<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475</id><updated>2011-11-19T02:28:21.011-08:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Friday Random PowerPoint Books xxxholic fonts Parihaka Paramore Darkwood Dreamhunter'/><category term='Dreamscape; Warehouse; Sylvia&apos;s World'/><category term='Tsubasa Greys Anatomy Fearless'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='homework boring leaflower randomdreaming'/><category term='Y'/><category term='Sylvia&apos;s dictionary'/><title type='text'>Life Through Sylvia's Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Sylvia, a regular high schooler, writes in her code of awesomeness as she goes through the cycles of homework and her non-existant social life in as funny a way as possible, making you laugh to the point of roflmfao. Along with blogs about randomness, manga and her classmates, she will draw comics and upload stories that she makes, with pictures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LiveeEevil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11600065774043900335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4281319673450033493</id><published>2011-04-28T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:41:18.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINISHED MY FAMINE!!!</title><content type='html'>About 5 days ago but forgot to put it onto my blog D: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4281319673450033493?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1001482696339134252</id><published>2011-04-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T02:16:46.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days 14 hours</title><content type='html'>The future is bulletproof,&lt;div&gt;The aftermath is secondary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to do it now, do it loud;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killjoys! Make Some Noise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1001482696339134252?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1001482696339134252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-days-14-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1001482696339134252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1001482696339134252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-days-14-hours.html' title='2 days 14 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7178202206552027592</id><published>2011-04-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:16:35.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days 14 hours</title><content type='html'>I'm Sick. This is just great. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first week of the holidays and I'm fricking sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching Criminal Minds and Lie to Me and Eddie Izzard all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally started tidying my room. Key word here is &lt;i&gt;started&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under 1 Day til new Glee episode comes though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7178202206552027592?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7178202206552027592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-days-14-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7178202206552027592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7178202206552027592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/5-days-14-hours.html' title='5 days 14 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3975040313124571397</id><published>2011-04-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:11:27.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 hours 18 hours</title><content type='html'>We are under double digits, YUS!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's school holidays =DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3975040313124571397?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3975040313124571397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-hours-18-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3975040313124571397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3975040313124571397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-hours-18-hours.html' title='8 hours 18 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-647187998592597261</id><published>2011-04-06T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:49:28.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 days 21 hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How to get away with being off task in class:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be inconspicuous. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't give them any reason to doubt you, be suspicious of you, be sure that there is something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be polite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk in a non-condescending voice. High, childish, but not obnoxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't necessarily talk. Actually, the less you talk, the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Act like you have every right to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't panic. Be smooth. Like you are doing what you are supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karma kicking in in 3...2...1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-647187998592597261?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/647187998592597261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/16-days-21-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/647187998592597261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/647187998592597261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/16-days-21-hours.html' title='16 days 21 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1025686985171677983</id><published>2011-04-05T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:24:02.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days 19 hours</title><content type='html'>I tried to draw fem!America today.&lt;div&gt;It failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I am now going against Alisha as we have a PruCan/PruAus shipping war. Sort of. I spent a good 7 minutes explaining to her how PruCan&amp;gt;PruAus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 days 19 hours til this damn thing finishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 days til Deadman Wonderland Anime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 days til end of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 days til Glee 2x17 [and more Klaine!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I suppose, 2 days until Vampire Diaries whateverthenextepisodeis comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still on 1x10. So sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6644171/24/Solar_Winds"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6644171/1/Solar_Winds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read about chapters of that in Maths. So Sue me. Actually don't, that'll be painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1025686985171677983?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1025686985171677983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/17-days-19-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1025686985171677983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1025686985171677983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/17-days-19-hours.html' title='17 days 19 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6778199037069818260</id><published>2011-04-03T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:47:55.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The plural of Thesaurus is Thesauri</title><content type='html'>Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6778199037069818260?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6778199037069818260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/plural-of-thesaurus-is-thesauri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6778199037069818260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6778199037069818260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/plural-of-thesaurus-is-thesauri.html' title='The plural of Thesaurus is Thesauri'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3583841495864026454</id><published>2011-04-02T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:08:11.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 days 18 hours</title><content type='html'>I suppose, I'm kind of, neutral, about everything now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hetalia, is cool, but it isn't totally necessary everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klaine, is starting to be repetitive and to be honest, I now know every scene featuring them on Glee inside out, even though I watched Season 2 once. Because there is so little canon that writers use, so they repeat it, again and again. And it's getting boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criminal Minds has jumped up the favourites rope after I watched 5 episodes in a row on Saturday, but I won't jump into the fandom. It just doesn't seem right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I'm a drifter, I should do some more serious drawing, I haven't done some for so long, and to be honest, the most pro picture I have drawn in the past 3 months was that picture of Kurt Hummel in the middle of my Maths book [in every book, I have a drawing page for when I am bored. Which is often.] and that wasn't very pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some basic collaging with my cousin today, and it was fun. It was basically a butterfly, but each wing is a picture of each season, we only got one section done each, so we'll continue it later. She did Summer, I did Autumn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3583841495864026454?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3583841495864026454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-18-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3583841495864026454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3583841495864026454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-days-18-hours.html' title='20 days 18 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8534052884597024940</id><published>2011-03-28T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T01:49:58.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 days and 15 hours</title><content type='html'>Too long, too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8534052884597024940?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8534052884597024940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/26-days-and-15-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8534052884597024940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8534052884597024940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/26-days-and-15-hours.html' title='26 days and 15 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8193431323015945622</id><published>2011-03-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:12:17.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 days 11 hours</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start a Glee fanfiction. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll being doing 2 intertwining fics, in an futuristic alternate universe [or futuristic!AU]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one, the more primary one, I've decided to call either Robotic or Rider [leaning toward the former] which is Finchel centered. Ok, as much as I like Puckleberry or st. Berry, for some reason this suited it better. If you don't understand Glee fandom lingo, well, too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go look it up in the Glee Wikia or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary [that I wrote at about 11pm last night, so excuse consistency issues]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a futuristic world where the dangerous sport of Robotation Racing rules the social circles, down-on-his-luck ex-rider Hudson gets called back to the competition to race the new highly advanced Emotion Robot, E216, known as BlackBerry. With skilled opponents from the international circuit, can Hudson, his crew and BlackBerry win the title?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this idea from listening to Planetary GO! by My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a pretty lame summary, I know. Help anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, and well the secondary one, which is about Klaine, which deserves its own story [brick'd] will be called Alien, which can be taken as the adjective or the noun, but I'm taking as the adjective, meaning more unknown, rather than an alien, cos sounds a bit lame. The title is also a reference to E.T. by Katy Perry, who we know is Blaine's Musical Goddess, like Gaga is to Kurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summary: In a world by masochistic forces and the deadly Robotation Races, a certain Kurt Hemmel finds life being a Mechanic for his step-brother, difficult and depressing. Can life look up when a charming Robotation Rider from Dalatonia enters his life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I also need a playlist to listen to when writing this. So far I only have Planetary GO!, Shut and Drive by Rihanna and possibly Go Away by 2NE1 and Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need upbeat, fast, techno-future songs. Dove, I'm looking at you, miss Queen of Techno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8193431323015945622?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8193431323015945622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/27-days-11-hours.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8193431323015945622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8193431323015945622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/27-days-11-hours.html' title='27 days 11 hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7868432370428583516</id><published>2011-03-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:09:47.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 days 21 days</title><content type='html'>18 days done, 29ish to go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHH IT'S KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God NCIS is back in America now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7868432370428583516?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7868432370428583516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/28-days-21-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7868432370428583516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7868432370428583516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/28-days-21-days.html' title='28 days 21 days'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3916790949568387586</id><published>2011-03-24T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:35:02.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird stuff I'm into</title><content type='html'>I am now obsessed with music that is not in English.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This person puts up music from other countries, and yes it is relating to people in Hetalia, but listening to the music separately, ignoring that is Hetalia [listen to it in the background while you're doing something else], don't look at the slideshows unless you want eyes burnt off in wtfery], it actually is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/SkadiPirate#p/u/9/drHg2B8qX8I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/SkadiPirate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know about everyone else, but in case of Yas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, the ones I've shown you before are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belarus' [the first one, not the 2nd version]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lithuania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you will like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fem!America is by that person who played Elle in one of the Legally Blonde the Musical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fem!France &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fem!Russia sounds like Ke$ha. Kinda. But it's sung better and is really creepily catchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fem!Germany sounds a bit like a quieter version of Taylor Swift for some reason. When I first heard it, I thought He is We, but I don't think so so much now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[normal!]South Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, male!Hungary sounds like a mix between September and Basshunter. All very techno-y. And its in Hungarian so you don't know what they're talking about xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't think of anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, now listening to K-ON! on repeat. Don't judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before you point the finger at me breaking my Hetalia famine, I'll have you know I didn't block myself off from Music relating to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3916790949568387586?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3916790949568387586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-now-obsessed-with-music-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3916790949568387586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3916790949568387586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-now-obsessed-with-music-that-is.html' title='Weird stuff I&apos;m into'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1301705069369324593</id><published>2011-03-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T02:05:30.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Prompts! Yeah!</title><content type='html'>Links to previous Prompts:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html"&gt;http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-prompts-continued.html"&gt;http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-prompts-continued.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-counter-angels-absolutely-shit-day.html"&gt;http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-counter-angels-absolutely-shit-day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Bulletproof Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;15) Galaxy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the world had no gravity, then where would we be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would we fall to knees only to find that we had risen higher than we had ever thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would we be able to look past our fears, and broaden our minds, our hearts, our hopes so far that the galaxy wouldn't be able to hold them in? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would we be able fly higher than we thought, with no chains of gravity to hold us down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or would sink down further, as the freedom would scare us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would we yearn for the security of those chains, those strict, strict but comforting chains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If gravity means nothing to me, then why would it mean so much to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you scared of that freedom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you the bird with its wings clipped? To be let out of your cage, but cannot fly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not scared, because when I am with you, then I will be free, even if my wings are clipped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you will break my chains of gravity. You will make me fly high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will run away, we will run away from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your bulletproof heart, and my hollow-point smile, we will blow this town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will save us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't rely on you, now you have to rely on me. I trust you. Do you trust me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you going to be the one to save us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you going to save me from this black feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to run away. And all our problems against us, we will knock them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your bulletproof heart, and my hollow-point smile, the galaxy won't be able to stop us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was confusing. Sorry about that. I'm feeling all zen-like, it's because I'm in study. Where I do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Klaine continues! I'm so sorry everyone. It's getting borderline, creepy, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;16) Boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the looks on their faces when they look at me, look at you. Look at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a girl, they wouldn't look at us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But would you still love me if I was?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already look like one, I already act like one, I already dress fashionably enough to be called one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I were one, would that matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if you were another gender, another age, another race, I would still love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God made us what we should be, so be happy for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't believe in God. I gave up a long time ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter. You are still perfect. Just as you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was difficult. But I felt good, leaving it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;17) Planetary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[listening to: Planetary GO! by My Chemical Romance]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So that's the new kid?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah, something Berry. Strawberry? Blueberry?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Blackberry?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah. Like the phone. She's a right bitch, but her make up's amazing. Full turbo engines, able to go 0-100 in 7 nano seconds."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Holy crap. That's a stunner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She's gonna give us back the title. And we'll take the money and run."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked at the robot, which had the facade of a metal human, but was able to shift parts of itself into engines, thrusters, even things like a hoverboard could be made out of its feet. It was truly amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His friend patted him on the shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pretty isn't she?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gorgeous. Looks a winner."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let's boot her up, then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His friend touched a button where the navel would be. Energy lines webbed through along the robots body, its eyes opening, showing its red eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Blackberry, this is Hudson. Your new pilot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A robotic female voice issued from its voice box. "Good evening, Mr. Hudson. I am all yours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should do a Glee AU for this. HOLYCRAPHOLYCRAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I always need something to do in English...  kidding. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading through it, I didn't mean to stick all those innuendos in there- I swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with all these space words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: Bluebird, the Naruto ending song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;18) Wing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes she wished she could spontaneous sprout wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it would go against basically all forms of the human structure, it would be useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She could fly, far far away, and she could forget all of her problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she was being harrased, or just annoyed, she would sprout wings and they'd just cocoon her into her private space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be like someone was hugging her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she thought, her problems would go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although she isolated herself from the people, they wouldn't just go away, and she could still hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she had plenty of people who could just hug her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she didn't really need wings anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not like writing that. It felt awkward, and it was such a great prompt. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;19) Upbringing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, they were probably the main things she'd talk about. Her cousins. She'd always ramble on about, "Oh Yasmin's doing zumba," "Kaitlyn apparently hates Justin Bieber," etc etc. She swore all her friends knew more about them than her parents did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She considered herself lucky to be close to all her cousins. They were always there, ready to be random, ready to put up with her sarky comments and not-really-that-witty taunts, ready to listen her ramble and ramble and ramble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They grew up together, the older of them watching the younger of them grow up from being babies to being someone they could talk to, to a certain point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would continue to grow up together, and even though there was about a 8 year difference between the oldest and youngest, they were still close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would tolerate each other to a certain point, and there was a sense of respect, but also silliness. They wouldn't let the older ones turn all stuffy and adulty just yet. They wouldn't let the younger ones run away with the fairies or try to be all old and teenagy just yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she always appreciated that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;20) Drivel &lt;/u&gt;[what? seriously?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half the words that came out of her mouth were drivel. She seriously considered giving her friends, "Congratulations on  Putting up with Sylvia" awards because although she didn't talk much, when she did, she talked. And talked. And talked. About absolutely nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although at first she did it purpose, maybe because of her now more childish nature, she started ending her sentences with -aru. Ok, -aru was short lived because it was more than one syllable, but then she started ending them with, nn, and that seemed to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It takes 21 days to create a habit. It took her 2 weeks. She now randomly said it at the end of her sentences, no prompt needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started making more weird noise-words. 'Min?' was her, 'huh? yeah?', nn had become her yes and sometimes her no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was weird, but it was part her. And she supposed, anyone who had a problem with it could deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1301705069369324593?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1301705069369324593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-prompts-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1301705069369324593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1301705069369324593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-prompts-yeah.html' title='More Prompts! Yeah!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5018126888618721149</id><published>2011-03-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:08:49.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Counter Angel's Absolutely Shit Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unfortunately, I haven't had time to post this I should have sooner, I apologise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am bypassing the things I should be doing [Vivaldi Assignment, studying for maths, having a shower] and the things I'd half like to do [reading Glee [read: Klaine] fanfiction] I am now going to bust out all possible notreallyawesomeness up my sleeve to cure Angel's Absolutely Shit Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But first, to depressing matters [it will get better]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes. I am doing a eulogy. And yes, I did actually pull as much info out of my head as I could. Which wasn't that much. And no, I'm &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; not taking the mickey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;R.I.P. Sapphire the Cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Date unknown - Friday 18th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Loved by those of the Hawkes family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sapphire was, an affectionate, albeit slightly touched in the head cat. And although in the later years, not so much, did end up catching an insect/mouse/bird for her masters, qualifying her as master hunter in cat-terms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sapphire had an an amazing sense of memory, or was able to judge people with the skill of a certain Mentalist, as the 3rd time I stayed down in Whakatane, about 4ish years since the last stay, she had absolutely no qualms with me staying in her home, and didn't have the usual 'Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here in my house?' that I usually get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And yes, amazingly, she believed me to be close enough to the masters to actually start licking my hair once, and I think she did have the good reason behind but, as I wasn't cat, it was odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In conclusion, I believe that Sapphire was an amazing, loyal, cat and will be missed greatly by that of the Hawkes household. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, if I get a Skitty on Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, I'm naming it Sapphire. And you know how serious I get with names for my Pokemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, some prompts that I just made up in the last x-amount of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;11) Silver:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She was going to hate having her hair turn silver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She gripped her long dyed-red-brown hair. It wasn't as full as life as it had been 20 years ago, and to be honest, she wished she could back to the teenage years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They were stressful yes, with exams and assignments and &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, but to be honest, compared to now, they were bright times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Paramore were still together [and Hayley Williams wasn't some 40-year old from some band ages ago trying to make a living].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anime was still cool. And it was cool to like anime. Now it was just lame, childish and ever since Japan did that huge ban on all anime with what some of the population thought were questionable things [homosexuals/incest/racism etc.] 15 odd years ago, anime just wasn't the same. [she still had that Vampire Knight Season 1 DVD that she watched secretly on her now-ancient DVD player. Who used DVDs anymore anyway?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The iPod was still cool, and actually was bigger than your pinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You could download music illegally without getting caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Music actually had normal-sounding voices, not voices so twisted and synthesised that they weren't even human anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;The police didn't do round checks of every house monthly to make sure that each family weren't storing up drugs/more alcohol than the limit suggested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could still ride your bike on the road without getting run over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You could talk on cellphones in the car. No one would dob you into the police for doing it, instead just flip you the finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People couldn't tell if you were lying [you could thank Microsoft for that revolutionary invention *sarcasm hand*].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And she hadn't told him how much she loved him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And although he didn't reject her, he just didn't take her seriously. Which hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, brighter times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She sighed, and picked up the phone for another dye job at the hairdressers. Just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;12) Home:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Home was where the heart is. So why hadn't the home he had want him back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He gave all his happiness, they flipped him the finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He gave all his time, they wasted it, stuffing it back in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He gave all his love, they gave him nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because he was different. Because he didn't love like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So he ran away from home. And found a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;13) Apparatus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; [random word generator gave me 2 good ones and then this one. How the hell am I going to write this?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ok, so it was the cliche of all movies; the introverted/city girl couldn't put up a tent. But surely it wasn't that hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The instructions looked pretty simple. Put this into that, slot through here etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She picked up the bag with said tent and tipped the equipment out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pegs, material and some other metal things dropped out. She stared at them. For several seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"What. The. Hell. Where do I start?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She could practically hear her friends' thoughts, "My God, she's useless." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She walked away, picking up the instructions again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They could pitch the tent for all she cared. She'll just sleep inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She really needed to get out more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;14) Single &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Solidarity doesn't really do much for the heart. Or well the mind, since all conscious and unconscious thoughts come from the head, not the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But she gave up on the thought of being in any form of relationship since the age of around 10. She got used to the independent isolation. She didn't like it, per se, but it was how she ran the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or so she told herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One would suppose that was why she ran to fiction. They gave her solidity without  actually being alone. Her imagination was so rich that she felt like she was feeling the emotions the characters felt, to a certain extent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She felt the bubbliness of happiness brewing in her stomach when one had felt euphoria, or had been hugged, or something funny happen to them. She felt sympathy and further isolation when a lot of angst happened, which she didn't like, so she stayed away from those stories. And felt like she was a fairy godmother in romances, watching over with a knowing look and a feeling of pride and pleasure when, finally, finally, they'd stopped their dancing around each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And even though they didn't happen in real life, she felt that they had steeled herself for the real life to some extent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And made her less innocent than what most people suspected. Although she didn't read M rated fics. Those would kill her brain and forget laughing at the number 69, she'd end up laughing if anyone brought up any form of numeric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They also made her knowledgeable on just about every single romantic couple there was in the Hetalia/Bleach/Ouran/Glee/Bones/NCIS/Fairy Tail/othershowsheliked fandoms, real or other wise. And when she'd get up to the Vampire Diaries fandom, she would give Em a run for her money. So yes, she knew more shipping than her whole group of friends put together. But it really wasn't something to boast about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was quite sad actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unfortunately, this made her social skills next to nothing. In the past 2 classes she'd been in, she was thought to be the 'cold-somewhat-sarcastic-brainyish-loner-that-was-somehow-still-nice-but-socially-awkward-and-short-that-made-her-cute'. Which although that didn't bother her, did put her up for some hugs or 'naaaaws' that she didn't really deserve. But the hugs were nice. Of course, by the time she would get over the shock of 'this-person-is-hugging-me-wtf', and think about returning it, they'd've let go by them. But she digressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She should hug people more often. Or people should give her a reason to hug them more often. Spontaneous hugs were weird and out of character for her. She wasn't Evelyn, for God's sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although she always thought that if she didn't have her sister, she would've ended up like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Right. Single. Well to be honest, if she said she wouldn't care about being lonely for the rest of her, then she'd be lying. She didn't care about being in a relationship. But she was scared of being alone. A social outcast. She craved attention, it was Jones trait. Ok, she needed her time alone, it tired her being with people constantly, but she also needed people to actually come and check up on her on those times. It made her feel like they hadn't forgotten her. Which sometimes they did. She was quiet, so sank into the shadows quite often, a female Matthew Williams, Canada, if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This introspection and writing about yourself in 3rd person was weird. She needed to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope this made you feel better Yas =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Also, if it makes your day, I'm thinking of writing a song about the frustrations of UST [unresolved sexual tension] in television that is so frustrating that it even makes me, yes, me, Sylvia Crystal-Jones [almost] scream, "HOLY FUCKING SHIT GUYS YOUR UST IS CHOKING ME, YOUR FLUFFY CUTENESS IS GIVING ME CAVITIES AND YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS ARE MAKING ME BANG MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GO FIND A ROOM AND MAKE THE FUCK OUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But of course I would never do that, that would shatter my innocent reputation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And if I made you spit out your dried cereal/water onto your computer, my job is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BTW, 'flipping him/her the finger' is totes my new phrase to put in my writing. Thanks Glee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5018126888618721149?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5018126888618721149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-counter-angels-absolutely-shit-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5018126888618721149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5018126888618721149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-counter-angels-absolutely-shit-day.html' title='To Counter Angel&apos;s Absolutely Shit Day'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4032173100689636563</id><published>2011-03-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:06:31.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39 days 19hours</title><content type='html'>So still sick, getting better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to finally cave in and read Deadman Wonderland, and it is amazing [started and finished it yesterday xD]. Don't really have a favourite character, but was I the only person that took one look at Hummingbird and screamed, "YANDERE!!" or "SHE MAY LOOK CUTE BUT ACTUALLY SHE'S A PSYCHO KILLER IN DISGUISE!!"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've gone on to watch musicals. Okay, just one. Yesterday, I watched Legally Blonde: The Musical, and it was so incredibly cheesy and cute and for some whack reason I found hilarious. Don't think you'd like it Mario, too much pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those in the know about Hetalia parodies [i.e. Dove] the song, "Gay or European? It's hard to guarantee it, is he gay or European? Well hey don't look at me..." or There Right There, is from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some unknown reason, I have now listened to it 20 times on repeat and know a good 3/4 of the song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Very Potter Musical is what I plan to watch next, with the epic Darren Criss [i think that's what his name is] a.k.a the guy that plays Blaine on Glee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4032173100689636563?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4032173100689636563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/39-days-19hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4032173100689636563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4032173100689636563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/39-days-19hours.html' title='39 days 19hours'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2419437468315129637</id><published>2011-03-12T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:26:25.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41 days and 5 hours left</title><content type='html'>I'm having difficulty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homework status has gotten a bit better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've gone over to Glee. Ended watching just about all of the 2nd season in about a day and a half. And now I'm freaking obsessed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Klaine, anyone? *gets shot* I'm sorry but I love the dynamic between them. Much more interesting than Finn and Rachel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've been reading Glee fanfiction. All of the ones I've read [and yes! they are by different authors] all have an interesting narration style that Hetalia didn't have. More realistic, I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, currently reading this: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5560041/15/Just_Like_Last_Tuesday_Except_With_Zombies"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5560041/1/Just_Like_Last_Tuesday_Except_With_Zombies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anything about the K-Pop [Korean-Pop] band 2NE1 is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you didn't know anyway. Is it weird that I end up liking music I can't sing along to because it's in another language?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, with Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, I have 119 Pokemon, including a Castform called Plue [which is epic. And an epic Fairy Tail reference], a Mudkip called Devi [antart] and I named my Tropius CL after the 2NE1 Member because that was what I was listening to. And before I realised Tropius was more a manly Pokemon. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also attempting Level 99 dungeons again. This will not end well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still sick. Fun fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2419437468315129637?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2419437468315129637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/41-days-and-5-hours-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2419437468315129637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2419437468315129637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/41-days-and-5-hours-left.html' title='41 days and 5 hours left'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8619363311216099497</id><published>2011-03-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T14:06:13.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pretty hopeless attempt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Note: Written at 10:37PM on the 9th March [NZT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm non-religious however, I've decided to give this a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lent is a 46 day thing where you fast from something. And apparently you come out a better person or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So believe it or not, I'm going with Hetalia.[shock]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea this person: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1428172/LynnyLiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said. She said that her obsession with Hetalia had taken up much too much of her life. And I suppose that is kind of my thing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to actually get a life, see my parents for more than 3ish hours a day and actually get out of the house for once. Because it's not helping my thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to concentrate on writing more, drawing more and watching Glee. Also, reading Deadman Wonderland before Wendy kills me for not reading it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those not sure what Hetalia is... um... don't bother looking up the wikipedia page. It's too complicated. Ask Louisa. Or you can borrow my volumes. Once Sam gives them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE GOTTEN OUT MY EXTERNAL HARDRIVE AND JUST ABOUT ALL HETALIA THINGS CAN GET SHOVED ON THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This means I can't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read Hetalia manga [on or off internet]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watch Hetalia anime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read Hetalia Fanfiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Look at/Download Hetalia Fanart/Comics that are NOT PICKED UP ON GOOGLE READER. That would be too much hassle to get rid of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Look at the already downloaded pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Read the fanfiction I copied off the internet into a word document for when I can't get internet access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watch any parody videos/normal videos unless on my iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This means that the only things Hetalia I am allowed to are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The songs on my iPod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The videos on my iPod [which I hardly watch anyway]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Any conversations regarding this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My wallpaper [decided on US and UK, of course, from the downstairs computer which I love to bits (the wallpaper, not the downstairs computer)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-D.P. on MSN and this computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-any drawings i may do [yeah right]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My fanfiction [double yeah right]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, 23 minutes until no Hetalia [ish] for 46 days! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8619363311216099497?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8619363311216099497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-hopeless-attempt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8619363311216099497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8619363311216099497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-hopeless-attempt.html' title='A pretty hopeless attempt...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3117988110329379708</id><published>2011-02-16T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:10:38.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIFFY HAS RETURNED.</title><content type='html'>Just now she is known as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;_rAinbOwZ_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilsmileys.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://evilsmileys.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[yasmin, I did try to hack into your blogger account to watch her but you don't have the same password. For once.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3117988110329379708?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3117988110329379708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/spiffy-has-returned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3117988110329379708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3117988110329379708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/02/spiffy-has-returned.html' title='SPIFFY HAS RETURNED.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-799707827892352482</id><published>2011-01-10T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:10:25.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme from Dove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Am in Angel's town and not really doing much but went to beach today but didn't swim D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have facebook, for all those that don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm starting to suspect that people are friending me for friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;DUN DUN DUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Well those are a few selected individuals but no matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Must ask, how the hell did they find me so fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;*cough* moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;Keys to the Kingdom: Drowned Wednesday by Garth Nix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;'a couple of Dad's medals for the Scouchers, but what do I'  -lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;A mat, keyboard, my bags, my iPod, pencil case, towel, drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) What is the last thing you watched on TV? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uh... that Usher music video. [I don't know which song, I watched it for like 3 seconds then someone turned the tv off.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Without looking guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;2:52pm OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Birds&lt;br /&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic, Roxxi laughing [other cousin, Angel's sister] and a lawn mower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) When did you last step outside? What were you doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Going for lunch at a cafe than walking along the beach around an hour ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Before you started this meme, what did you look at? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gmail, Facebook [OTL], Google Reader and fanfiction. The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What are you wearing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Grey top with butterfly patterns, black shorts, hair tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but the night before I did. I remember being forced to do something, maybe sing a song. I remember Wang Yao [China from Hetalia] and I think I had to sing Hello*China. Which sounds weird but is REALLY catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) When did you last laugh? Right now, Roxxi is attempting to get the cat. And failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) What are on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Printed out inspirational wall and OUR EPIC WALL OF AWESOMENESS i.e. the wallpapers been ripped off and me, Angel and her friend Soley drew on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Angel got freaked out by reading that book about ghosts in NZ. Told her not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) What do you think of this quiz? meh. Agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) What was the last film you saw? Uhh... Love and Other Drugs [yeah, very unSylvia like]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy? I'd take Sylvia and everyone to England and we'd have a pub lunch!!! XD Then I'd buy a plot of land and be crazy chicken n cat lady *rubs hands together evily*&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HELL TO THE YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I would publish my nonexistant book, we'd move house. I'd buy a car, Call of Duty 5+7 and then go on a world trip, then save a decent amount. Any leftover money is to be donated, probably to the Autism Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Tell me something about you that I don't know? I really like wearing skirts. Not dresses, skirts. And they have to be flowy skirts, or loose ones anyway. Hate stiff skirts,  especially mini skirts [impossible of someone of my figure to wear anyway] and ones that are heavy. But I always wear shorts under a skirt if I can. Just avoiding the incoming disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) If you could change one thing about the world... make a world where everyone felt safe ^-^ &lt;= This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Something you'd like to learn? Forget drawing dragons well, just drawing well. Being able to draw reallyreallyawesomeart like the people on Pixiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) George Bush: Mate, I'm not American, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Uhhhh Ambriella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Yes but I'd be away from all my family D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Took you long enough. [Then I'd glare at him and say, "Why? You waiting for me or something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-799707827892352482?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/799707827892352482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/meme-from-dove.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/799707827892352482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/799707827892352482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2011/01/meme-from-dove.html' title='Meme from Dove'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-382102893944024998</id><published>2010-12-31T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:04:14.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>It's been an alright sort of year [last year], with its ups [intense sleepovers] and downs [Science] and to be honest, 2011 could be even worse than last year [with NCEA and stuff D:]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's the holidays now, so I'm certainly enjoying while I can =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-382102893944024998?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7909726766487451493</id><published>2010-12-27T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:03:20.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullets and Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That is the name of the Hetalia fanfiction I started in the last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm [hopefully] posting my process here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bullets and Brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hetalia Fanfiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Warnings: Gore, Blood, Swearing, Killing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rating: T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pairings: None decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Genre: Action/Adventure/Horror?/Friendship/Family [yeah...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;References: Wikipedia [for the Sunset Strip bit/Zombieland rules]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've decided to make this my Writer's Month thing. The numbers indicate from what point did I write on that particular day. E.g. The first day, the 25th, when I started this story, is indicated by 1). Any writing between that and the number 2) means that that writing was written on the 1st day and so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1st day) Nnnh... it nnnhed, lumbering towards its prey, thinking its usual thought pattern. Food... nnnh...meat...nnnh...flesh...nnnh...BRAINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its bloodied hands stretched towards its would-be lunch, about to grasp it by the arm, to wrench it so the food would scream but then quieten to shock as the zombie would then sink its yellowed teeth into the rest of the body, savouring the warm coppery taste of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The zombie paused for a moment, confused by the sudden noise, when its prey turned around, holding a big black shiny thing. A big black shiny, DANGEROUS thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chk Chk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unfortunately for this wannabe-killer/zombie, it was to become kill number 492 for a certain person. A certain person with a double-barrelled shotgun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A certain person by the name of America &lt;i&gt;Fucking&lt;/i&gt; Jones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With a smirk and raised eyebrow, the prey turned to the hunter, raised his gun, and blew its brains out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2) America let out a big whoop, following it with an impromptu Victory Dance consisting of a mix of MC Hammer-ing and Soulja Boy-ing [with a drop of Usher-ing. Yeah man.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For the 17 year old, who had been in post-apocalyptic Earth [otherwise known as Zombieland] for around 7 years, zombie killing was what he did best. The thrill of the hunt then the triumph of the kill. The blood splattering everywhere in a gooey, horrible fashion. To him, this was 10x better than your average shoot ‘em up game. Zombie killing was what he lived for. Well, that and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Ow. I’m not doing anything wrong. You didn’t have to hit me.” America groaned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“You sodding git, you’re making so much noise, I would &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be surprised if half the undead population of America came swarming towards us. Keep it quiet, we’re not meant to attract attention.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;England ‘Iggy’ Kirkland. Who America considered to be 1 of his 2 best friends. The 19 year old [then 12] had found America when both of his parents had been ‘Bitten’ or turned into zombies and then shot by police. He had raised America, as a friend and mentor.  He owed his life to Iggy, as, without him, he’d be a groaning lump of rotting meat by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;America turned to England, a childish pout on his face. “Y’know, I could take ‘em out if I had to. No need to be so uptight, I’m just having some fun.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“We’re meant to be on bloody PATROL you arsehole, which means we’re meant to be finding survivors and supplies, not off dancing around like idiots.” England retorted, his usual, I-Am-Not-Amused glare on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Yeah, but Iggy, when was the last time we actually found someone al-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“HEY!! HELLO?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Both teens snapped out of their argument and quickly turned to find the source of the voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Touché, Iggy. Touché.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Stop calling me Iggy, you git.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A teen with chin length wavy blonde hair in a bedraggled red jumper came staggering towards them. In his left hand he had a sawed off shotgun, in his right, a bloodied hockey stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Can you...” he half panted, half yelled. “Help me... might’ve been... Bitten... eh...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3) England and America gave each other worried looks, gripped their guns just in case of Spontaneous Undead Evolution [or S.U.E., the process of when a normal human being turns to a zombie], and cautiously walked toward the other boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“When did you think you got Bitten?” England asked, suspicion lacing his features. It wasn’t the first time they had come across another human being on patrol, and then a few minutes later, when their guard had come down, a SUE had overcome the human, and they’d just narrowly escaped being Bitten themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Around 2 hours ago.” The boy replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Well, chap, you should be fine for up to 6 hours, but as for now, you should come with us. We have shelter and food.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Really, you’d do that, for me, eh? Thanks so much!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Well, welcome to our safe little Haven-Of-Awesomeness-Away-From-Evil-Brain-Eating-Man-Killers, a.k.a. The Haven. Or more HavenS plural, we’ve taken residence in both this house and the two houses either side of it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“They’re so... big.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“I know. This is one thing I love about Zombieland. You get to camp in huge-ass mansions and no one cares!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;England rolled his eyes at his loud-mouthed friend. “You’re overwhelming the poor kid, America. The Haven isn’t really so great; you don’t really have a lot of privacy, owing to the fact that there is about 16 of us in each house.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Um... ok.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Well, let’s give you the brief rundown of our little world.” America continued. “The Haven consists of 3 mansions down in the Sunset Strip. We don’t really know whose mansions they are, but there have been theories that we’ve been living in the houses of Cameron Diaz, Sandra Bullock and Michael Bublé, who probably are dead or have left the country in the first few weeks of Zombieland, if they’re smart enough. Zombieland is what we, the people that live in the Haven, call the post-apocalyptic zombie-filled Earth, because ‘Post-apocalyptic Zombie-Filled Earth’ just doesn’t sound catchy and Awesome enough-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“-And the git can’t be bothered saying ‘Post-Apocalyptic, Zombie-Filled Earth’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;England interrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4) “-And Zombieland sounds like we’re in some great End-of-the-world type of movie. With Woody Harrelson in it killing zombies with huge machine guns and shit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Right, eh.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Yeah! Moving on,” America continued. “We’ve set up a makeshift hospital, garden in a greenhouse, entertainment centre, gym, central board room, stuff like that. Kinda the stuff towns need to y’know, &lt;i&gt;keep going&lt;/i&gt;. We don’t have an official leader, but I suppose the closest would be Hungary. Apart from her fetish for gay guys or whatever and the fact she’s lethal with a cast iron skillet-“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“Eh? A what?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“-also known as a frying pan, she’s pretty O.K. Stay on her good side, and she’ll give you extra food. That comes to my next point; we have several rules that sorta run our lives. Well, to be honest, we stole them. We found this notepad with what we now refer to as ‘The 33 Golden Rules of Surviving Getting Killed In Zombieland’, shortened to ‘The Rules’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Apparently, this guy made these rules up to help him keep alive. Unfortunately, he either got killed or lost this, but it’s saved our asses a few times, believe me. Unfortunately, some of the rules got covered in blood when this guy had them and are now ya can’t read ‘em so it’s more like the 18 Golden Rules of blahblahblah. Either way, you’re gonna have to remember them, cos this will be your Bible for survival until you get killed or we find a cure, so listen up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cardio&lt;/b&gt; The fat guys went first because they couldn’t outrun the suckers.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Double tap&lt;/b&gt;, Zombies are hardy creatures as they have high pain resistance,” England butted in. “So, there is a high possibility that they can get up when you’re not looking and attack you. So extra shot to the head is good.”&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Beware of bathrooms, &lt;/b&gt;you’re at your weakest when taking a piss&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Check all cubicles first. And keep your pistol handy when your pants are down.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Wear seatbelts, &lt;/b&gt;you’re concentrating on surviving ‘Zombieland’ so dying by something stupid like plunging through your windscreen when braking suddenly.&lt;b&gt;"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Cast iron skillet&lt;/b&gt;: Hungary’s best friend."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Travel light&lt;/b&gt;, or else it will weigh you down when running from the Undead. That’s physically and emotionally. Try not to make too many friends; it’ll make it harder on you when they turn into zombies. "&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Get a kickass partner&lt;/b&gt;. Well, that’s an easy rule to obey, just stick with me, and you’ll be sweet." America made a movie star-esque grin at the others in the group.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ignore him lad, he’s being an idiot like usual. Moving on, &lt;b&gt;Paper towels&lt;/b&gt;, useful for quick cleaning of blood and just about everything else. Also good for stemming wounds. " &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Bowling Ball&lt;/b&gt;, another useful weapon, but it takes practice and a good dose of luck to use it."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Don't be a hero&lt;/b&gt;, we can’t blame you for running if we’re dead. Unless we’re ghosts of course."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ahhhh don’t say that Iggy!! I don’t want to think about it, they’re so scary-““Idiot.” “Ok, next rule is &lt;b&gt;Limber up&lt;/b&gt;, basically, stretch before going into Zombiedom. At this point, I started to think the rulemaker was a bit nuts.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Avoid strip clubs&lt;/b&gt;-" “Or Iggy when he’s drunk. That could get ugly.” “I’m from the The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and I can hold my liquor better than you any day! And stop calling me Iggy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When in doubt, know your way out&lt;/b&gt;, because when on the run from zombies, you can’t aimlessly run into every door, hoping it’s the exit. America here knows full well how fun that is."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;The buddy system&lt;/b&gt;. So you can do the whole ‘Bad boys, Bad boys watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when I come for...’ Cos that never gets old. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Check the back seat. &lt;/b&gt;Zombies love to hide where you least expect them."&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zombieland#cite_note-10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Enjoy the little things&lt;/b&gt;. You have no idea how much Iggy cried when we found a good batch of Earl Grey.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Well I’m sorry that I am sick up to my neck of the rubbish you call Lipton Tea! It tastes like diluted soap water. Now, the &lt;b&gt;Swiss army knife &lt;/b&gt;is your most trusted friend, always useful to have in a tight spot."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"And last but not least, &lt;b&gt;Hygiene, &lt;/b&gt;it’s the number one thing that keeps you sane. If you look and smell like a zombie, you’ll probably end up being one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1620/50 000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7909726766487451493?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7909726766487451493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/bullets-and-brains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7909726766487451493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7909726766487451493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/bullets-and-brains.html' title='Bullets and Brains'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3388778221831563064</id><published>2010-12-24T13:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:28:38.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I Am a Loser for Being on the Computer on Xmas Day...</title><content type='html'>But I am so BORED. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking after my sister while my parents are preparing the lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's got this annoying as hell toy that you just CAN'T keep away from her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she keeps trying to shove me off the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a [sort of but you probably won't get anything unless you're Dove] present for you, some writing I did last night while thinking about the awesomeness that is Zombieland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically a Alternate Universe of Hetalia in Zombieland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning: Swearing and Gore+Zombies ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nnnh... it nnnhed, lumbering towards its prey, thinking its usual thought pattern. Food... nnnh...meat...nnnh...flesh...nnnh...BRAINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its bloodied hands stretched towards its would-be lunch, about to grasp it by the arm, to wrench it so the food would scream but then quieten to shock as the zombie would then sinks its yellowed teeth into the rest of the body, savouring the warm coppery taste of- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The zombie paused for a moment, confused by the sudden noise, when its prey turned around, holding a big black shiny thing. A big black shiny, DANGEROUS thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chk Chk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately for this wannabe-killer/zombie, it was to become kill number 492 for a certain person. A certain person with a double-barrelled shotgun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certain person by the name of America &lt;i&gt;Fucking&lt;/i&gt; Jones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a smirk and raised eyebrow, the prey turned to the hunter, raised his gun, and blew its brains out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3388778221831563064?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3388778221831563064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-i-am-loser-for-being-on-computer-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3388778221831563064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3388778221831563064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-i-am-loser-for-being-on-computer-on.html' title='Yes I Am a Loser for Being on the Computer on Xmas Day...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3314100204987332162</id><published>2010-12-23T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:18:20.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas Everyone!!</title><content type='html'>For tomorrow =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3314100204987332162?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3314100204987332162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3314100204987332162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3314100204987332162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Xmas Everyone!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7862471406043969427</id><published>2010-12-19T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:04:52.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had Twitter...</title><content type='html'>Which fuels one's narcissism, my posts for the next few hours would be like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Hetalia Character Songs for the 1234567890 time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mein Gott is the best thing that happened to Hetalia. Although Dove, you probably will think, "WTH is this??!!"&lt;br /&gt;So is Absolutely Invincible Britsh Gentleman. World Ondo and America's Songs are some of the most annoying songs you could hear in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the guitar riffs in Winter want me throttle the composer. It sounds like one person driving a car forwards, then backwards. ON A STRAIGHT ROAD. FACING THE RIGHT WAY. Completely pointless, in other words. And annoying. And detracts from the Gothic sort of sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Ending Theme song is Spain's. That freaking awesome Spanish Guitar [which sounds pro but may not be but I can't tell because I know next to nothing about guitar-playing.] and he can actually sing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a clothes line in front of the stairs. So I jumped around it. Stealthily. Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ripping pages out of old school books because I need more lined paper. Bit of a fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's getting pissed off again. Hibernating in room as I type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:22pm. Be scared Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:23pm. It's fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can someone get me more scissors for Xmas? Cos by the time I'm done cutting all these pages out, I think my scissors will next to useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self Control by the Dukes is the free single on iTunes at the mo. Good, cos I like that song :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird, cos I'm listening to Lo Pasion No Se Detiene [I keep thinking it's 'Diente' i.e. tooth in Spanish] and the only bits I remember are the random words yelled out in not-that-bad Spapenese or Spanish said by Japanese. I.e. 'Churros!!' 'Fiesta' and more 'Vamos Espana' [and framenco instead of flamenco and 'Ore!' cos that can't say l's properly.] Catchy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Jelly for Afternoon Tea. And humus. With chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh screw it. Too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... it would be a fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7862471406043969427?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7862471406043969427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-had-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7862471406043969427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7862471406043969427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-had-twitter.html' title='If I Had Twitter...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1039447926614822310</id><published>2010-12-19T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:47:48.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow.</title><content type='html'>Got elbowed in jaw by sister. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, I've extended it to 50 000 in like 3 months. Ending in Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1039447926614822310?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1039447926614822310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/ow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1039447926614822310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1039447926614822310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/12/ow.html' title='Ow.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1534497768706929088</id><published>2010-11-30T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:50:51.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia's DeWrMo 30th November</title><content type='html'>Or December Writing Month&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Pathetic, what I've written so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Title: The Silver Dragons [series title]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Introduction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was too soon, she thought. They were still young. How was this possible? Wasn’t this much too cruel? Today they worried about friends and school, but soon they would have the safety of an [albeit small] world on their shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And soon she would give one, if not all of her three children’s innocence away to protect a world that 99% of the world doesn’t know about. Was it fair? Of course it wasn’t. Her precious children, forced to become adults? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But they have no choice. Like she had no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;She remembered the day she first got exposed, like it was barely yesterday, although it was nearly 30 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;“Carmen.” a voice echoed down the hall, “Carmen, I need to talk to you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I.E., including title, 135 words, according to Word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I figured out, that every day I have to write 1667 words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that if I plan to do the 100 themes, then each theme will be 500 words, and I'd have to do 3 and a bit each day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, it's not working. OTL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1/30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1534497768706929088?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1534497768706929088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/sylvias-dewrmo-30th-november.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1534497768706929088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1534497768706929088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/sylvias-dewrmo-30th-november.html' title='Sylvia&apos;s DeWrMo 30th November'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5657253136563664592</id><published>2010-11-29T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:49:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Writer's Month: December, because November is impossible</title><content type='html'>Why can't we have it in like January?! That whole month is holidays!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try and write the whole 50, 000 words from today, November 30th to December 30th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try being the key word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be doing scenes from the story-that-has-been-stuck-in-my-head-for-9ish-years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda hard, because I've had it all sorted out, each arc as such, even in the future, I have the final battle panning out with a lot of different scenarios here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard also because I don't want to start from the beginning, because all the stuff I've thought of now is the stuff I want to write, if that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, snapshots it is :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm going to follow the 100 themes challenge here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://100themeschallenge.deviantart.com/blog/33698666/"&gt;http://100themeschallenge.deviantart.com/blog/33698666/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell, if I can, I'll do all 5 variations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5657253136563664592?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5657253136563664592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-writers-month-december-because.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5657253136563664592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5657253136563664592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-writers-month-december-because.html' title='My Writer&apos;s Month: December, because November is impossible'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7137301683309535352</id><published>2010-11-27T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:26:57.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dove!!</title><content type='html'>xD You're OLD now MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it is still pronounced VY-TAH-MINS not VI-TAH-MINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it comes from the word 'vital' and you don't pronounce 'vital', 'vittel' rhyming with 'little'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still need a Halo marathon. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, enjoy your day, don't put Jam on a Magnet, become one with Mother Russia and all the rest of it, and yeah, that's about it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7137301683309535352?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7137301683309535352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-dove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7137301683309535352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7137301683309535352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-dove.html' title='Happy Birthday Dove!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3254685740656289677</id><published>2010-11-25T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:27:53.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Beautiful Day [or really night]</title><content type='html'>And I'm listening to U2 Live from my bedroom window. I can like hear the concert, bit muffled, but pretty good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shame I don't really know many of their songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In the dark of the moment"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's what I can hear at moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't really hear the words. It like fades in and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually know this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't remember what it's called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vertigo's now playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear its one of the few U2 songs I can sing the whole entire chorus to XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3254685740656289677?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3254685740656289677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beautiful-day-or-really-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3254685740656289677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3254685740656289677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-beautiful-day-or-really-night.html' title='It&apos;s a Beautiful Day [or really night]'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6093739354353020977</id><published>2010-11-21T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:19:31.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mariko wants me to do a blog post, so I'm doing a blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks til holidays!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're burning chips in Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Not just any chips. CHICKEN CHIPS!!!!!! -Mariko]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[It's CRISPS NOT CHIPS -Louisa]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[*insert arguing here*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[we looked up chips and crisps. Technically the same, chips are both hot chips and potato chips. Crisps are just potato chips. But we're in NZ, so technically chips are chips. And crisps just don't exist.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mariko likes Pandas. And Ninjas. And Segways. And Justin Bieber's shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Louisa is a Pom. Etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Mariko said that.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Jam. And Toasters. You just don't put jam on a magnet. And socks in a toaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Jeff says so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[IDK who Jeff is]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-P.E. is annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sooner its over, the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gives everyone a headache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yo mama. [Mariko]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-*Awkward Laugh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Um... Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Science needs to end. We can't do anything because WE DON'T HAVE THE CHIPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6093739354353020977?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6093739354353020977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6093739354353020977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6093739354353020977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3164330253130327449</id><published>2010-11-18T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:02:02.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evanescence which I can't spell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really depressing D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Re-post as "my life according to (band name)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your Artist: Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a male or female: Snow White Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: Your Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel: Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live: Field of Innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go: Farther Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite form of transportation: My Last Breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is: Everybody's Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are: Going Under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like: Cloud Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Heart-Shaped Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you: Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship: Thoughtless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear: Lithium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give: Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the Day: Where Will You Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die: Tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul's present condition: Missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto: All That I'm Living For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I pretty pleased with this, actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3164330253130327449?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3164330253130327449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-according-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3164330253130327449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3164330253130327449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-life-according-to.html' title='My Life According to...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-409215594469880537</id><published>2010-11-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:02:59.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elements meme from angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 24px/normal Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Elements Meme&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 500px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.:fire:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You have a short temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You often act on your emotions without thinking first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are very competitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You like to play with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are not a strong swimmer or you can't swim at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You prefer warm weather over cold weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You often lose control over yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You can be quite reckless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You sometimes hurt people without realizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] People have often called you insane. [well, i think I'm partially insane, I talk to myself like i'm talking to someone else that i know well, it's first sign of madness, really.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.:WATER:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You have a calm, laid-back personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You like to go to the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You rarely get angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] When you do get angry, you know how to control it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You think before you act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are good at breaking up fights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are a good swimmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You like the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You can stay calm in stressful situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are very generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.:EARTH:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are physically strong. [i thought, then i was proved wrong in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;compulsory self defense class at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You have a close connection with nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You don't mind getting dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You form strong opinions on issues that concern you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You could easily survive in the wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You care about the environment. [ish]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You can easily focus on your work without getting distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You rarely get depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You aren't afraid of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x ] You prefer to have a strict set of rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.:AIR:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You have a free spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You hate rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You prefer to be out in the open rather than in small, enclosed spaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You hate to be restrained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are very independent and outgoing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are quite intelligent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You tend to be impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are easily distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You can sometimes be hyperactive and/or annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You wish you could fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.: DARKNESS:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You spend most of your time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You prefer nighttime over daytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You like creepy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You like to play tricks on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] Black is your favorite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You prefer the villains over the heroes in movies, TV shows, videogames, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x ] You don't talk much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are atheist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You don't mind watching scary movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You love to break the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;.:LIGHT:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You are very polite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are spiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] When someone is in trouble, you never hesitate to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x ] You believe everything you see or hear. [mostly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] You are afraid of the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You hate violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x] You hope for world peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[] You are generally a happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[ ] Everyone loves to be around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;[x ] You always follow the rules. [mostly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 500px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 500px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Fire and Air!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 500px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-409215594469880537?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/409215594469880537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/elements-meme-from-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/409215594469880537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/409215594469880537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/elements-meme-from-angel.html' title='Elements meme from angel'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4718491866430932512</id><published>2010-11-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:49:50.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing an Angel and doing this again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your music library.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;There's some pretty weird stuff on my iTunes, and my iTunes is a mix between my old library and Angel's so yah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Satellites -September. Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen Forever -Metro Station. Ok. In the mornings I'm seventeen? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;One Minute -Kelly Clarkson [I would believe this would describe the car trip to school taking a much shorter time than it should.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In love:&lt;br /&gt;Broken -Seether ft. Amy Lee. Ok, so we love each other cos we're like both depressed or something? Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;Poker Face -Lady Gaga. I could see this working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Fall Into Me -Hey Monday. This, however, I could not see working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;Let This Go -Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's OK:&lt;br /&gt;Stay Close, Don't Go -Secondhand Serenade. Ok. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get Over -September. Um... Ok? I can't get over whatever I'm obsessing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;Should've Tried Harder -Hey Monday. Should've tried harder on my driving test? Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;The Bird and the Worm -Owl City. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;Going Under -Evanescence. You sure we're not actually breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;If No One Will Listen -Kelly Clarkson. Somehow, I don't think this would suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;In the Dark -Flyleaf. Well I suppose the baby's in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;Let The Flames Begin -Paramore. Oh yes. Definately. Well, this is a bajillion times better than Love Story as my Final Battle Song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Einsamkeit -Germany Character Song. It means 'loneliness' so I believe it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Pechika~ My Heart Has A Light -Russia Character Song. Um... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal -Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Credits Twist:&lt;br /&gt;Runaway -Avril Lavigne. I think that's a pretty cool twist :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I'm happy with this. Well majority of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4718491866430932512?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4718491866430932512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/doing-angel-and-doing-this-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4718491866430932512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4718491866430932512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/doing-angel-and-doing-this-again.html' title='Doing an Angel and doing this again'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-9191600904033231777</id><published>2010-11-12T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:00:40.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>This is like a reply to this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationkill.blogspot.com/2010/11/weird-dream.html"&gt;http://inspirationkill.blogspot.com/2010/11/weird-dream.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having vivid dreams runs in the family. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote notes about it at around 2 am at night, so it may not make as much sense as it should. So this is a mix of the notes and my thoughts on this that I made up just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my 2nd Hetalia dream. Kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 2 warring nations/2 opposing sides/main army and rebellion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan [Russia] is from one of them/rebellion side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfred is part of my family. This is me, mum, dad, Mic and grandma. Which is weird, cos I'm not American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in my grandma's house, or more a really modern/futuristic version of her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other agents/army from enemy army [against Ivan] going to capture our family to make [?] guns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfred finding Ivan to help in base. Wut? That makes no sense Sylvia-of-the-past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he finds Ivan in a base and convinces him to help us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan says he will spread all these clue cards around for him find so its like Alfred doesn't know who Ivan is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even in my dreamworld, Ivan likes torturing Alfred's patience? Right-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what this means is that so the people on the enemy's side doesn't think we are on the other side, or well, we support it, but aren't in deep in the other side. I think Ivan is in deep on the other side, and a fairly important agent. So, it's just some anonymous helping our family to not get caught, rather than some high ranking agent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this doesn't make sense. It's my dreamworld. Nothing makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I think I smell broccoli. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. Continuing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan shows Alfred the cards. Ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfred starts to find the cards everywhere. Wait, Alfred and me are the SAME PERSON?! That actually makes sense in this dream. [wow, Sylvia, you were really thinking clearly that night. *sarcasm raised so high that I can actually feel my arm float up in zero-gravityness.* Don't ask] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I meant was that there was no point of view changes, and I can't see myself/there is no one that I think represents me. Which usually happens, the point of view is from someone else, not myself. If that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's driving through *my suburb* finding clues. A guy [random] finds one and is all, "Hey this is for *insert my name here*" But Alfred is all, "Yeah, but I'm not up to there." What? Does he mean like, "He's not up to that point in the cards yet?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place outside the walking over-bridge [here comes the weird part] has [shallow] swimming pools, like fountains. Mum is there with me. There are a lot of kids in the other pools. I'm in the [shallow, up to my knees,] pool naked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What. The. Hell. And I don't think I felt awkward. I mean, who has a dream where they are naked but don't feel awkward and panicky? Eh? Eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough* continuing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum sees all these kids from my old school [what?], including this really naughty boy from my old class and so I basically hide. I'm like half underwater, with my knees tucked up. [Yeah, and I'm totally hidden yeah. Like in a shallow pool in full view of the public]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Back at the house, where somehow Mum and I [I think Alfred and I are 2 different people in this dream.] have gotten back to]The enemies are in the driveway. We all knew they were coming. Preparations for them in house. Ivan and Alfred to save us. All of us are in our best clothes [all in black, surprisingly] and we turn the answerphone/voicemail off. Wait, what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we go into lounge and sit on the sofas [the lounge is exactly like my Grandma's] and wait for the army to storm the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes no sense, we should have run when we could. No matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are to distract the army so Ivan and Alfred can get a weapon [ready?] and help us escapt to Ivan's side/base/nation. The weapon they have a particle cannon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literal cannon which will end up killing them and inhabitants in house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wait, they've stormed the house, we've kept them busy, we've escaped, and now they have the particle cannon ready? Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ivan and Alfred charge the cannon on this platform which looks like something out of Halo with colours straight out of a Dane Rumble music video. Or something. Basically its black with dull neon spots of colour. Alfred muses its a bad idea [to fire the cannon], and he grabs a passing panicking Minion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MINION. LIKE YELLOW WITH GOGGLES AND POSSIBLY VOICED BY THAT GUY OFF FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS [sp?] WHOSE NAME I CAN'T THINK OF AT THE MOMENT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell to the yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, he grabs it, he stretches it [a Minion stretches?] and chucks it away [out of danger?]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They then get into the (charging, highly dangerous) cannon. [Which is stupid]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up. By a bird which was making a beeping noise. That I thought was either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) an alarm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) the airconditioning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OTL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-9191600904033231777?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9191600904033231777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-weird-dream.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/9191600904033231777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/9191600904033231777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-weird-dream.html' title='Re: Weird Dream'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-842091505043048056</id><published>2010-11-09T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:29:22.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme from Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in the school library, studying for my music exam. And being a loner because everyone else has a Social Studies Exam and I take Geo D: and do music, so I can't go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;Um... something about my school [it's the school's magazine. I am going to look like a complete and total retard if I actually start reading the damn things.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you reach?&lt;br /&gt;The DVDs Great Expectations and Inkheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;3.) What is the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Last night? Oh, what. Lol. Um... Idk. Dora the Explorer, The Wiggles or Hi-5. Yeah, one of the three. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Without looking guess what time it is?&lt;br /&gt;11 something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;11:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Talking, books being turned/shut and the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSEuMxeGwGI"&gt;Bradenburg Concerto No. 5 by Johann Sebastian Bach&lt;/a&gt;, cos I need to listen to it for the music exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 minutes ago, for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Before you started this meme, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Those ducks on that video of the Concerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;My school uniform and purple earphones, which I keep taking out cos they are so good that I keep thinking that the music is playing aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;No, amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Probably sometime with my friends around 15 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;12.) What are on the walls you are in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Paper. And books. And shelves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;13.) Seen anything weird lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yeah, I'm looking at wedding dresses made of recycled material in the library right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;14.) What do you think of this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;15.) What was the last film you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Last Airbender. I was disappointed. It's SOCK-A not SOAK-A. I practically died from pronunciation fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;16.) If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;An Xbox 360. Me and Dove wanna go on a Halo marathon YEAH MAN. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;17.) Tell me something about you that I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I find this Brandenburg Concerto actually really catchy. But I still don't like harpsichords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;18.) If you could change one thing about the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Homework should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;19.) Something you'd like to learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Parkour. But I'd fail so badly at it. I'd break my leg and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Also, anatomy, shadows, how to use digital programmes *clicks* just like that and yeah, just about everything about drawing that I can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;20.) George Bush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;21.) Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Ambriella. The girl form of Ambriel. It's the Gemini Angel. Also, it's the name of one of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;22.) Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Some name that sounds cool. Like Horatio. PSYCH. Nah, not Horatio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Um... I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;23.) Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Yes, but I think I'd end up offending half of that country with my horrible speaking skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;24.) What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Ah sorry, Michael Jackson's busy at the moment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Ah, no actually, I wanna see Kate [NCIS] or Hughes [FMA]."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Oh yeah, sure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Tag six people who must also do this in THEIR journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-842091505043048056?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/842091505043048056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/meme-from-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/842091505043048056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/842091505043048056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/meme-from-angel.html' title='Meme from Angel'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-379166773654277178</id><published>2010-11-07T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:46:36.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>In two days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hells to the no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried to draw little pictures of things to try and help me remember stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to draw Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji. He looks like a punk rocker with too long hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't look stuck up enough. I'm sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck for exams everyone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-379166773654277178?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/379166773654277178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/379166773654277178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/379166773654277178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/11/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3711461326384385468</id><published>2010-10-24T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:26:32.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Vic Mignogna, and everyone else...</title><content type='html'>To Vic, am I allowed to call you that? Did I spell your name right? Oh gosh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt if you will ever read this. And that's okay, because you are busy being awesome and making fangirls go 'OMG AWESOME' and really, make all anime fans happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the things that I would have liked to tell you [or well the bottom portion, anyway] in probably one of, if not the best minute of Louisa and I's lives when we met you personally. But it was a) busy and b) I was too much of a chicken to tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louisa and I were there when you were at Armageddon in Auckland, New Zealand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was that crazy screaming hyperventilating fan that gave you that drawing of Ed, Roy, Greece, Japan, Tamaki and Haruhi getting surrounded by crazy fangirls. And then forced you to sign the other side of Louisa's drawing. Her drawing is amazing, she wouldn't admit it and I thought I'd step in and just turn the damn thing over. I am such a fail. By the way, Mochis [what she drew] is a Hetalia fan thing, where they have forms of themselves in mochistyle, or as Japanese &lt;a href="http://khakipants12.deviantart.com/art/Hetalia-Mochi-Care-124744611"&gt;Mochis&lt;/a&gt;. [this is not mine.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My gosh, am I an attention whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, looking back on it now, I acted like a total retard. Pushy, screaming, I swear I was squealing. And my gosh, I even put a shameless plug to this blog on the back of that drawing I gave you! I think I need to get Gibbslapped. A lot D:  I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought myself to be a fangirl. But now I know that I am. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I was the retard that kept running out of your show when FullMetal Fantasy was on cos Louisa was lost and I was freaking out cos she wasn't seeing this. It was awesome by the way, and even my Dad and my cousin liked it, even though they have never seen FMA before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, I suppose, anime and manga is a bit of a getaway, escape and probably the only thing I obsess about apart from Bones, NCIS and Halo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more than a distraction and recreational reading. It's basically a happy place for me from all the bad stuff that's been happening, whether it be that stupid assignment for R.S. ['design your dream wedding and give reasons behind everything' -i don't want to get married for some weird reason D:] or just the stress of having an Autistic sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It got me through intermediate and the first part of college. I knew that if anything was wrong, then I'd go to anime and think, "Ed did his best fighting Scar, so why can't you get through this exam? Ed'd think it was a piece of cake." It basically is like a world where you can dive in, possibly even for hours at a time and just not worry and &lt;b&gt;enjoy it&lt;/b&gt;. And really, I enjoy every moment I spend in the manga/anime world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rambling a bit aren't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'd like to thank you for coming to NZ. To be honest, New Zealand is one of the first countries to get the sun, but one of the last developed countries to get everything. Or maybe it is just me? I'm not exactly a patient person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the under 1% of the nation, around 40, 000 of us, that like anime, I would guess, this was huge. To the 10, 000 [?] of us that like FMA, this was like 5 Xmases coming together. To the 2, 000 [?] of us that could come to Armageddon and see you, this was 10 Xmases put together. And the 200 of us that could sit with you in that room watching FullMetal Fantasy? A lifetime of Xmases all smooshed into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can count on one hand all the famous people I've met [I think] and half of them don't really count. You're the first international star I've met, and I suppose meeting you is like you meeting, say, William Shatner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, awesomeness must attract awesomeness because you happen to end up voicing a character on all my favourite animes: Naruto, TRC, Bleach, FMA, Ouran, Hetalia. And I liked them before I even knew you existed [no offence or anything...]. Apart from Hetalia, which I got into this year and now it has become my favourite anime [not manga though, FMA and Fairy Tail are my favourite shounen, Ouran and Gakuen Alice are my favourite Shojo]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I'm going off topic. I'd like to thank you for being here. We all really appreciate it. I found out later that you were sick, yet you're still able to do the show and sign autographs and be able to put up with crazy, hyperventilating, speed-talking-at-high-pitches fangirls [i.e. me]. I really do thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for doing this extra day when you should be in your hotel room/back in the US getting some well needed shut-eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love it if you could come back to Auckland later on, and this time, me and Louisa will be in full blown Hetalia outfits. She'll be there with her pipe and scarf [and bad wig and really tall shoes] as Russia and I'll drag out my old Chinese dress, talk in a really bad Chinese accent and say 'aru' [til someone threatens to kill me because of its annoyingness] at the end of every sentence. And, if me, or Louisa, or any other Hetalia fan is brave enough, we'll lead a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFT58pkfN0A&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;'Marukaite Chikyuu' in every language released in full..&lt;/a&gt;. Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylvia [this name I use on the internet so that I can have a one up on (probably non-existant) stalkers]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Louisa was sitting next to you for the first 2 episodes of Brotherhood. She was really stoked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said [exact words] "No i didnt talk to him, but i considered offering him a chip but didn't because that would be kinda creepy D:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3711461326384385468?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3711461326384385468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-vic-mignogna-and-everyone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3711461326384385468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3711461326384385468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-vic-mignogna-and-everyone-else.html' title='To Vic Mignogna, and everyone else...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6998945976344881290</id><published>2010-09-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:44:31.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my hair in a half ponytail for the first time in ages today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum absentmindly mentioned that she could see a hair that had a white root. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She then looked through my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She found 6 hairs with white roots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAS THE WORLD COME TO?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, I'm going old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6998945976344881290?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6998945976344881290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6998945976344881290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6998945976344881290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2049510675983002857</id><published>2010-09-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:03:44.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Year Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been a year [and two days] that this blog has been running.&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all my followers [and invisible followers, you know who you are]. Although not the stalkers, you can go away... *shoe'd*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And big thank you to Livi for talking me into this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Angel for being a supporter 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I owe all of you a really badly drawn picture on artrage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is. Culminates my life in one picture. Okay, maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJg9q0VjMmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/THJkriKjfRg/s320/First+Anniversary+of+Sylvianess.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519229149155373666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To explain some stuff: Clockwise from top left: My cousins: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annalese, Angel, Roxy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Sylvia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Livi [or the Sylvia-fied version of her]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mini Falda is an inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Yeah, man' is what my friends always say. They got it off Usher and Justin Bieber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastaaa~: Hetalia. Oh most definately had to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome: Well, it could be another Hetalia reference, but actually, its a form of coolness in Geo. For some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2049510675983002857?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2049510675983002857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-year-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2049510675983002857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2049510675983002857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-year-anniversary.html' title='First Year Anniversary'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJg9q0VjMmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/THJkriKjfRg/s72-c/First+Anniversary+of+Sylvianess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1022136240322097734</id><published>2010-09-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:39:01.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>This is our awesome Geo class' blog. [its not that big BTW.]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://diogeo.blogspot.com"&gt;http://diogeo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope that works...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might upload the lyrics to that song I made up about the DTM there first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1022136240322097734?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1022136240322097734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/shameless-plug.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1022136240322097734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1022136240322097734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2184199463277450758</id><published>2010-09-09T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:36:25.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Carena. [since you're gonna read this...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2184199463277450758?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2184199463277450758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2184199463277450758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2184199463277450758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive!!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7179812752151785589</id><published>2010-08-09T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:35:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm sick, as you probably already know, and I just felt like writing something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is one of THE most random blogposts in the 12 monthsish of this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ah help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So I wrote this... conversation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's like me arguing with myself, I think I'm going a bit nuts with this cold.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It's after yesterday where I had to sing that song about I Am Not Esther... ah the shame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The ~ is my concious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The - is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Debating with the Concious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~My God, that sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-I had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~With those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Holligans? Is that the word? [Sarcasm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~*snort* Not only have you gone mental, but you've turned into an old man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-If we had more time, we would've nailed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~No, your just blaming yourself. And your right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-I was just put off. Wow, I have huge self-esteem, don't I? [sarcasm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Yep yep totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-WAIT A MINUTE! ! DID YOU JUST CALL ME A MAN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~WTF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-WELL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Took you long enough. You need to stop talking to yourself. Louisa's looking at you funny. Mariko probably will never talk to you again. Embarrassment to the group and social ranking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-What?! Not this $%@! again. I told you, I don't care about bloody social ranking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Friendship issues. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Oh God, you are NOT bringing THAT again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Oh ho ho. Sylvia the drifter, eh? Drifts between groups of friends for the lolz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-You did not just say lolz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~I did just say lolz. Lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-My sanity to the class has gone down  a few notches, so what? If I had time, I'd be able to a whole fricking rock band thing about that song. With bass AND backup dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~And this is why we all think that your loosing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Hahahaha no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Hahahaha yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-small; "&gt;Do you have to do this stupid worksheet thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Did the school had to block fanfiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-The answer is yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Right. You're weird and I'm leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Leaving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-You can't leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Your part of me, stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Hahahaha no, stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-You can't just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~No, actually I can. I am your concious, I am your sanity. When I'm gone, you will die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Ok not really but you'll probably start squeeing in random places in public and go 'kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh' when you see a picture of Justin Beiber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Oh no you did not just-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~You betcha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Ugh. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Ya-ha. :D Good luck being gaga for Beiber~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~Hehe jokes. No I'm stuck here for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;~That means your an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I lost the argument, BTW. Also, I have nothing against Justin Beiber, but can you imagine me squeeing? Or kya-ing? NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh my sanity=down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7179812752151785589?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7179812752151785589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7179812752151785589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7179812752151785589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello.html' title='Hello~'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4700089894543446408</id><published>2010-08-05T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:04:50.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels MLIA and Sylvia's Fail.</title><content type='html'>From Angel's blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Were having the talent quest at school&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;then this band came out as a last minute act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;And they were all dressed really cool&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;they started to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POKEMON THEME SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 10.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"&gt;Sylvia's fail: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"&gt;Our edited MSN conversation: [I'm orange, shes blue]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; I HAD A MLIA moment today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; noes D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; Were having the talent quest at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;then this band came out as a last minute act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Oh noes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; And they were all dressed really cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; and then your phone rang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; they started to play&lt;/span&gt; [Sylvia did not read this.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;THE POKEMON THEME SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; YOU IDIOT! ROFL [fudge im HYPERVENTILATING  WITH LAUGHTER right now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;~*Yasmin*~ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;lololl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; it was crack up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[a few minutes later] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Sylvia Crystal-Jones says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; No wait... THE BAND started to play the pokemon theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; Not your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4700089894543446408?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4700089894543446408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/angels-mlia-and-sylvias-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4700089894543446408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4700089894543446408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/08/angels-mlia-and-sylvias-fail.html' title='Angels MLIA and Sylvia&apos;s Fail.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7852547821918826964</id><published>2010-07-29T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:09:31.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I'm currently reading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I read. A lot. I read just about everything on the internet, hardly read anything in true life anymore. It's so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I've decided to take through everything I read in the afternoons on the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fanfiction.net is like the sugar that my life runs on. There's the crap sugary stuff [like ew... licorice (sorry Mario)] and all the good sugary stuff [like Fruit Bursts, and rarely, Chocolate Elves. I just love them. I am so weird.].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So this is it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Start diary at 5:54 Pm on the 4th of August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'd also like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my friend TARA in Aussie whose birthday was 2 days ago. I have no idea if you even read my blog, so I'll have to email you. Eventually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is one of my more quiet days, not hard out continuous reading. There are breaks between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With regards to chapter, I'm putting down what chapter I have read. These are ongoing stories, and so I only need to read the latest chapter each time. Not the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Also, if I make references to the following manga, if you don't get it, just skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5:56 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5300871/1/Liking_Oneself"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5300871/1/Liking_Oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Liking Oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: Yemi Hikari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Bleach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter: 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Had dinner etc.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:22pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5916445/1/The_Prince_and_His_Guard"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5916445/1/The_Prince_and_His_Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: The Prince and His Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: JTheGreat88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter: 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:27 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6189638/5/More_Romantic_Bleach_Drabbles"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6189638/5/More_Romantic_Bleach_Drabbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: More Romantic Bleach Drabbles [I'm reading this for the lulz and the awesome writing of this person who can just stick the most random people together and come out with a plausible drabble, i.e. a REALLY short story, no plot.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: Solar Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Bleach [I read a lot of Bleach fanfiction. Just cos sometimes its just THAT much better than the actually manga.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Drabble: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:30 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsuyosa-10.deviantart.com/art/005-Seeking-Solace-173919605"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://tsuyosa-10.deviantart.com/art/005-Seeking-Solace-173919605&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Seeking Solace [Theme 005 of 100]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: tsuyosa-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is a oneshot [A one off short story]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:51 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6201804/1/Draped_in_Wires"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6201804/1/Draped_in_Wires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Draped in Wires [oneshot collection]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: .Poisoned Scarlet. [she does mean oneshots]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oneshot: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you actually are reading the fanfictions, than you probably have realised I actually am a sucker for romance. [someone faints] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But so long as it is not all mushy and tears and crap or makeoutmakeouthavesexmakeout. Yes, I did just say that. [someone else faints]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7:58 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsuyosa-10.deviantart.com/art/002-Love-173618421"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://tsuyosa-10.deviantart.com/art/002-Love-173618421&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Love [Theme 002 out of 100, she does them randomly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: tsuyosa-10 [the only fanfiction writer on deviantart I read. So far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Hetalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oneshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The above one is actually quite a creepy character study of Russia. It's really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8:42 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5896171/52/Fairy_Lore"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5896171/52/Fairy_Lore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: Fairy Lore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: Maddy02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Fairy Tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Drabbles: 52, 53, 54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9:21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5598099/1/On_the_Banks"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5598099/1/On_the_Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Title: On the Banks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Author: crimson-obsidian-rose [this person makes good Hetalia oneshots, if I remember rightly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fandom: Hetalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oneshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That's it for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7852547821918826964?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7852547821918826964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff-im-currently-reading.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7852547821918826964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7852547821918826964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuff-im-currently-reading.html' title='Stuff I&apos;m currently reading.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8522413460955029130</id><published>2010-07-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:16:17.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn.</title><content type='html'>Sorry Yasmin, I just killed the level 24 shiny pachirsu thingy. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8522413460955029130?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6079386/5/The_Perpetual_War' title='Darn.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8522413460955029130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/darn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8522413460955029130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8522413460955029130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/darn.html' title='Darn.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7213445277543228436</id><published>2010-07-23T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:11:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Memes... blame it on Angel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As usual, who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You hate peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You agree that this quiz is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have farted today. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have choked on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have farted more than once today. See above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like ice cream. (I guess. I prefer Sorbet though) Yus sorbet *epichighfiveplz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have more than 3 pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You prefer water to other drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are under 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are over 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - Your favorite music genre is rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You weigh more than 140 lbs. We have kilos here. Stupid Americans /shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like pirates. No. NINJAS FTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are a fangirl/fanboy of something. [heh heh. Hetalia. And Edward Elric/FMA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You take a prescription drug every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You live with your parents. [you do Yasmin you idiot.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to eat eggs. WTF is wrong with it. Unless your Yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You dress stranger than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have had diarrhea in the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have eaten something odd before. Shark Fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You are bad at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - Someone/something has pissed you off in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You cuss a lot. Yes I do, amazingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You believe in aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You carry a purse. But not all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are bisexual or homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a Capricorn or a Scorpio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have used tarot before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You think *The-Fun-Group is awesome. (WTH is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like ~Fotus9's horoscopes better than *An-Unsure-Thing's. (Ditto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You thought today's funny saying was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have gotten one of the daily riddle's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have gotten in/came close to being in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like fire. Yes. [i probably like every anime person that wields some form of fire. And Zuko. Maybe not Commander Yammamoto though]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have fainted or passed out before. Nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a high school diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You live in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You use hand sanitizer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You consider yourself a nerd. Ah the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have tried chewing tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x ] - You are a conspiracy theorist. When I want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You sleep in the nude. Lol Hetalia reference there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You will tag people to do this. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have imagined yourself being famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You own a stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like watermelon. It's annoying to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You live in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have a fetish for something. Fetish? Weird word. IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You fidget a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You agree that this quiz has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You won't re-post this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have your own personal computer and don't share one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You can cook well. (Have you seen me try to cook chicken? It failed. I probably nearly killed the teacher when she tasted the final product.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to party. Um... I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are a bad dancer. (Yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a professional dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have crossed paths with a black cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a friend that you think is crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have under 10 good, close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are anticipating your answer to this quiz. I don't want to be any mental patients, organs or animals doing obscure things to poles kthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have run away from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have watched the movie: "X Men 3".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to mix soft drinks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have done an odd experiment. In the name of Science and Mythbusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - People have stared at you oddly in public. (When I was in Sylvia  Park and someone chucked my slushie away, I "fell" to my knees in a  dramatic manner and shouted "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!") &lt;= Angel. I so wished I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - Your grandmother(s) are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a step-mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You hate to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have been a member to dA for under 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a dA subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - Your hair is brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love to eat candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have dressed up for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a quirky personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You are a coffee addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You live near a body of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You have had a toothache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You currently have to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like reading others' answers to "What would you do?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You use the term: "Epic Fail". YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL = 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your score &amp;amp; re-post this titled as "I'm __, ______________". (Put your answer in the blank.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-25 = A spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;26 = Corn.&lt;br /&gt;27 = The Chosen One.&lt;br /&gt;28 = A donkey.&lt;br /&gt;29 = Flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;30 = Weed.&lt;br /&gt;31 = Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;32 = Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;33 = A turd.&lt;br /&gt;34 = Pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;35 = Chili.&lt;br /&gt;36 = A continent.&lt;br /&gt;37 = Bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;38 = A Nissan Skyline.&lt;br /&gt;39 = Pedophile.&lt;br /&gt;40 = A rather large and smelly fish.&lt;br /&gt;41 = Parachute.&lt;br /&gt;42 = Mob of angry sheep.&lt;br /&gt;43 = A clone of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;44 = A mortified chocolate deer antler.&lt;br /&gt;45 = Pincushion.&lt;br /&gt;46 = Toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;47 = Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;48 = Psycho passion fruit.&lt;br /&gt;49 = Yellow snow.&lt;br /&gt;50 = Flammable.&lt;br /&gt;51 = A poison Easter basket.&lt;br /&gt;52 = A dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;53 = Mammary gland.&lt;br /&gt;54 = A moose humping a guardrail.&lt;br /&gt;55 = An illegal immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;56 = Tofu.&lt;br /&gt;57 = Microscopic testicle fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;58 = Staple gun.&lt;br /&gt;59 = Tail feather.&lt;br /&gt;60 = A white rapper.&lt;br /&gt;61 = A shotgun shell.&lt;br /&gt;62 = Sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;63 = A popcorn fart.&lt;br /&gt;64 = A rusty, herpes infected needle.&lt;br /&gt;65 = Fortune cookie.&lt;br /&gt;66 = Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;67 = Chinchilla.&lt;br /&gt;68 = Weapon of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;69 = An epic failure at everything.&lt;br /&gt;70 = A semi-proportionate and anonymous fish scale.&lt;br /&gt;71 = Naughty nymphomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;72 = Bicycle tire.&lt;br /&gt;73 = Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;74 = The Bubonic Plague.&lt;br /&gt;75 = Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;76 = Amoeba.&lt;br /&gt;77 = A lice-infected hobo.&lt;br /&gt;78 = The ruler of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;79 = Horny toad.&lt;br /&gt;80 = Fairy Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;81 = Tuba.&lt;br /&gt;82 = Anorexic llama capillary.&lt;br /&gt;83 = Moldy snot.&lt;br /&gt;84 = Miley Cyrus wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;85 = Doppelganger.&lt;br /&gt;86 = Future porn star.&lt;br /&gt;87 = Unnatural disaster.&lt;br /&gt;88 = Statistical database.&lt;br /&gt;89 = Genital lice.&lt;br /&gt;90 = Rocket launcher.&lt;br /&gt;91 = Ruby vomit.&lt;br /&gt;92 = Maggot.&lt;br /&gt;93 = Selfish antagonistic poofing cat.&lt;br /&gt;94 = Pudding.&lt;br /&gt;95 = A gravy train.&lt;br /&gt;96 = Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;97 = Paris Hilton's big toe.&lt;br /&gt;98 = Decaying insect corpse.&lt;br /&gt;99 = Blood bank.&lt;br /&gt;100 = Freak of nature and humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A FREAKING PINCUSHION. I wanted to be the ninja. But this beats a Mammory Gland HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favourites&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Colour: Idk. Purple?&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Food: Dried mango and sorbet. And mango Sorbet. And stewed apple.&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Band artist: Paramore&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Show: BONES. NCIS.&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Sport: Swimming? [Does playing COD or Halo count?]&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Day Of the Week: Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Ice Cream Flavour: Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Time of Day: Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;• Favourite Activities: Drawing, reading, listening to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Currents&lt;br /&gt;• Current Mood: Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;• Current Taste: That chocolate biscuit I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;• Current Clothes: Jeans and purple T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;• Current Computer: Ummm...Windows XP??&lt;br /&gt;• Current Finger/Toenail Colour:Natural as usual&lt;br /&gt;• Current Time: 5:58 pm&lt;br /&gt;• Current Surroundings: Lounge.&lt;br /&gt;• Current Annoyance(s):my back, its hurting a bit. my eyes, should have put my contacts in last night&lt;br /&gt;• Current Thought: I need to scan those pictures for yasmin and stop doing memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Firsts&lt;br /&gt;• First Best Friend: Ellie&lt;br /&gt;• First crush this school year: N/A I go to girls school.&lt;br /&gt;• First Screen Name: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;• First Pet: N/A&lt;br /&gt;• First Piercing: Earrings&lt;br /&gt;• First Thing You Did Today: Woke up&lt;br /&gt;• First Thing You Ate: Cereal&lt;br /&gt;• First school you went to: a primary school somewhere in nz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;• Last Food Consumption: Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;• Last Car Ride: In Aunty's car from Saturday School&lt;br /&gt;• Last Text Message: Leavng now [from mum, to tell me shes gonna pick me up]&lt;br /&gt;• Last Movie Seen: The A-Team&lt;br /&gt;• Last Item Bought: idk&lt;br /&gt;• Last CD Played: All American Rejects on iTunes&lt;br /&gt;• Last Website You Were On: blogger xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Evers&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Broken the Law: dont think so&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Been Arrested: Nope&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Been on TV: in the background xD&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Walked Into A Sliding Glass Door: yep.&lt;br /&gt;• Have You Ever Sat On The Roof: No. Should though but i keep thinking that the roof will collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places You've Been To&lt;br /&gt;• My House&lt;br /&gt;• Angel's house&lt;br /&gt;• School&lt;br /&gt;• Australia&lt;br /&gt;• China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things&lt;br /&gt;• You're Wearing: Hair Tye, Top, Jeans, Underwear [sad isnt it?]&lt;br /&gt;• You Did Last Night: Went on the computer, did homework, talked to people on MSN&lt;br /&gt;• What Can You Hear Right Now: The TV, the computer, my sister in the bath banging the floor and my mum yelling at her&lt;br /&gt;• You Can't Live Without: Friends. Family. And the internetz LOL. [high five Yas totally agree]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People You Can Tell Anything To&lt;br /&gt;• Angel&lt;br /&gt;• Alisha&lt;br /&gt;• YOU [jk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Choices&lt;br /&gt;• Black or White: black&lt;br /&gt;• Hot or Cold: Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Love&lt;br /&gt;• Drawing [YES]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: It's harder than it looks! Copy to your own note, erase my  answers, enter yours, and tag 10 people. Use the first letter of your  name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real . .  . nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial,  you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you  can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name:&lt;br /&gt;[I'll use] Sylvia [for now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word:&lt;br /&gt;Soap [yes wtf]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name:&lt;br /&gt;Um... Simon? [from Mortal Instruments xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name:&lt;br /&gt;Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation:&lt;br /&gt;Skiier [professional]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color:&lt;br /&gt;Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear:&lt;br /&gt;Sandals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A food:&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In the bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A place:&lt;br /&gt;Sweden! Su-san! [more Hetalia there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late:&lt;br /&gt;Slipped downstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you shout:&lt;br /&gt;SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title:&lt;br /&gt;Shutter Island [idk wh that came up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink:&lt;br /&gt;Sip-ahh... it's that thing with the straw that has that flavoured powder and you stick it in plain milk and drink and it instantly becomes flavoured milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group:&lt;br /&gt;Youngbloods ( Never heard of them??) I have... um... Slipknot? [i dont even like them but whatever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap that was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7213445277543228436?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7213445277543228436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-memes-blame-it-on-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7213445277543228436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7213445277543228436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-memes-blame-it-on-angel.html' title='More Memes... blame it on Angel.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8937791248277099312</id><published>2010-07-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:02:09.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 prompts continued</title><content type='html'>From February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was that far away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 4 prompts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html"&gt;http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry they're kinda short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Misunderstanding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real story (happened to me last term)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sylvia was sick with a stomache ache. And, like most stress-o-holics like Sylvia, she had emailed a friend asking for homework. Luckily, there was only some stuff for Science, two pamphlets on eating disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Sylvia kept *bloody*procrastinating, and in the end had to finish the last pamplet on Monday morning, rising the stress levels of the rest of the family, along with hers. At long last, around 8:10 am, she finally managed to print and finish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaving a long sigh, she managed to heave her tired body to Science at the start of the day and sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you Sylvia?" said a body flopping down next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hi," she sighed. "Spent all last night doing the stupid pamphlets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right," the voice said from the next to her. "You do know that it's due  in two weeks right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Sculpture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia had never used clay to create anything so detailed before.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't like making things, like models and cards, and things that can't go into her scrapbook. But then, everyone else wanted to do it, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;The wad of clay felt disgusting and squishy in her hands, clinging to the creases in her palm.&lt;br /&gt;She frowned; this was going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body first. one big retangly blob of clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs, two cylinder blobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms, two cylinder rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands, 10 small balls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feet, two oval disks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, carved out and patterned by a plastic knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a step back, admiring her work.&lt;br /&gt;You could kind of see the simillarity between the brave chinese soldier and the blob in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the face. This was going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Hour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tick tick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid clock. Go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any more about acceleration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Bored. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell bell bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring Ring Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW NOW NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sanity is nearly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is my way.&lt;br /&gt;I eat my way, not stuffed down my throat, not chewed hastily, but carefully, chewing things to mush.Ice Creams are licked to the shapes of thumb tacks, then the soggy cone is bitten fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk my way, two steps at a time, stumbling with my heavy bag on my back.Kicking and launching myself at doors, no obstacle will get my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk my way, a mix of wit and sarcasm with a hint of angry rant and rambling.I tell it like it is, blunt and to the point. I don't try to make my words flowery, don't like, don't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep my way, nightie up round my stomach, sprawled out, douvet half on the ground.It seems after every dream I have, I end up like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the way that I want, and whatever you say, whatever you do, I will never change.Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. How would one define chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel would probably say: "All this boring crap with Atoms and particles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annalese would say: "Something to do with Science Experiments and making this blow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxxi would say; "Science. Meh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia would smirk then say: "People 'connecting' with UST, unresolved sexual tension."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel would choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxxi would yell in the direction of Annalese, hoping she wouldn't hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annalese would say, "Oh, THAT type of chemistry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sylvia would say, "Stop growing up Annalese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Catastrophe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sister was a walking catastrophe.  She could not walk past the toy shelf without shoving everything on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;The floor needed to be a mess, a constant mess, a beautiful mess, in her eyes. Not anyone elses.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was thrown into small piles, where she could play, it was her own way oforganising everything.&lt;br /&gt;All objects were her's, no one else's , everything she could get, would get, or at least try to get in every possible way&lt;br /&gt;In a way, she was the ultimate form of greed. She wanted everything she couldn't get her hands on, and once she obtained it, she played with it, became bored with it, flapped it, threw it, and after all the effort of getting it, she broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Catashtrophe continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8937791248277099312?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8937791248277099312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-prompts-continued.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8937791248277099312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8937791248277099312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/50-prompts-continued.html' title='50 prompts continued'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1938370334197912237</id><published>2010-07-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:55:29.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Meme. Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Tagged by Angel. Who else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[ ] - Dust scares you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - Your mother had more than 2 children.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You drink a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to write.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are religious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like to burn candles.&lt;br /&gt;[X] - You prefer juice or water over soda.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are currently a drug addict.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are very artistic.&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are attracted to shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have eaten a bug before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You love cars.&lt;br /&gt;[X] - Cats are your favorite animal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are spontaneous and random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like fruit a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[] - You drive.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You make / made good grades in school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are going / are in / have been to college.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like for things to be very clean.&lt;br /&gt;[X] - You are very messy. No it doesn't make sense. My room is a tip site, but if I see something that is not my room that is a mess, then I have to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love to eat. It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - Christmas is your favorite holiday.&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like the beach.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You hate the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You wear glasses or contacts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You chat online a lot. (Well on MSN to Yasmin and not much else)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You always use correct grammar.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to take quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You eat out at restaurants more than you eat at home.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You enjoy swimming.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have more than 5 pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have more than 10 pets.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You believe in ghosts. (Ish)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have seen a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You prefer comedy movies over romance movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like dancing, either doing it yourself or watching.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have been to a strip club.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You drink coffee in the morning. (EW)&lt;br /&gt;[] - You like to be awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You don't go outside often&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You believe in an afterlife of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have had short hair.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You know how to cook well. [YEAH RIGHT. HAVE YOU SEEN ME TRY TO COOK CHICKEN?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL = 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 - 1 = Mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;2 - 3 = A weed.&lt;br /&gt;4 - 5 = Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;6 - 7 = Janitor.&lt;br /&gt;8 - 9 = Goose.&lt;br /&gt;10 - 11 = Rock.&lt;br /&gt;12 - 13 = Fireman.&lt;br /&gt;14 - 15 = Rose.&lt;br /&gt;16 - 17 = Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;18 - 19 = Cow.&lt;br /&gt;20 - 21 = Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;22 - 23 = Mental Patient.&lt;br /&gt;24 - 25 = Grass.&lt;br /&gt;26 - 27 = Water.&lt;br /&gt;28 - 29 = Bat.&lt;br /&gt;30 - 31 = Hippo.&lt;br /&gt;32 - 33 = Crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;34 - 35 = Vampire.&lt;br /&gt;36 - 37 = Horse.&lt;br /&gt;38 - 39 = Hawk.&lt;br /&gt;40 - 41 = Spider&lt;br /&gt;42 - 43 = Flea.&lt;br /&gt;44 - 45 = Princess or Prince.&lt;br /&gt;46 - 47 = President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Yay!! I'm mental!! I wanted to be a hawk or a vampire though D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10.8333px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1938370334197912237?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://inspirationkill.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-borderline-rabbit-going-on-mental.html' title='Yet another Meme. 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Yay.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6994908773741983467</id><published>2010-07-13T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T03:15:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up To Deviant 462. I'm still going. Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6994908773741983467?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.co.nz/' title='Up To Deviant 462. I&apos;m still going. Amazing.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6994908773741983467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-to-deviant-462-im-still-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6994908773741983467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6994908773741983467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/up-to-deviant-462-im-still-going.html' title='Up To Deviant 462. I&apos;m still going. Amazing.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6483251279298323226</id><published>2010-07-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:25:00.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yasmin have you seen this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theedge.co.nz/Win/SingwithBoB/tabid/565/Default.aspx"&gt;http://www.theedge.co.nz/Win/SingwithBoB/tabid/565/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even considering entering [whaaaaaaaaaaaat? Sylvia doesn't enter ANYTHING!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a cold. And I sound like crap. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 10x worse than normal voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6483251279298323226?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6483251279298323226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/yasmin-have-you-seen-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6483251279298323226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6483251279298323226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/yasmin-have-you-seen-this.html' title='Yasmin have you seen this?'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7656830551876260221</id><published>2010-07-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:00:13.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team Edward Elric by ~2KairiS on deviantART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2kairis.deviantart.com/art/team-Edward-Elric-170146078?qj=1&amp;amp;q=boost%3Apopular+meta%3Aall+max_age%3A24h&amp;amp;qo=368&amp;amp;offset=50#comments"&gt;team Edward Elric by ~2KairiS on deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES PLZ *epic win here*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7656830551876260221?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://2kairis.deviantart.com/art/team-Edward-Elric-170146078?qj=1&amp;q=boost%3Apopular+meta%3Aall+max_age%3A24h&amp;qo=368&amp;offset=50#comments' title='team Edward Elric by ~2KairiS on deviantART'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7656830551876260221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-edward-elric-by-2kairis-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7656830551876260221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7656830551876260221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/07/team-edward-elric-by-2kairis-on.html' title='team Edward Elric by ~2KairiS on deviantART'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2533700965123994868</id><published>2010-06-26T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:27:12.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviant 154. We are BACK baby. Just had to slip that Bonesism there.</title><content type='html'>No actually up to deviant 198 on Angel's list. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Alisha's Birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Alisha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm up to no. 308 in Angel's deviantart friends list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow down to the geekiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2533700965123994868?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2533700965123994868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/deviant-154-we-are-back-baby-just-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2533700965123994868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2533700965123994868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/deviant-154-we-are-back-baby-just-had.html' title='Deviant 154. We are BACK baby. Just had to slip that Bonesism there.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3888465179294112492</id><published>2010-06-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:36:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still looking at Angel's deviantart watchees</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm all, "WTF OK so they're a good artist but I would never think you'd like that stuff... etc etc."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And other times I'm like, "There is something wrong with you Yasmin. They are drawing dodgy pictures. WTF."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever. I'm on the 88th person now out of 4000+ people. That's quite good considering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realised that it is alphabetical order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MLIA. FML. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YASMIN. I WANT YOU TO STOP WATCHING PEOPLE FOR A WEEK. IT'LL BE EASIER FOR ME. OR AT LEAST WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE YOU ARE WATCHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3888465179294112492?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3888465179294112492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-looking-at-angels-deviantart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3888465179294112492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3888465179294112492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-looking-at-angels-deviantart.html' title='Still looking at Angel&apos;s deviantart watchees'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8638470735459065769</id><published>2010-06-22T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:43:22.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredness.</title><content type='html'>I'm meant to do a lot of things at the moment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, Geo transcripts for the blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, writing to people I haven't written to in a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no. What am I doing? Looking through Yasmin's 4000 friends on deviantart. All of which has awesome art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, none seem to use good old paper and pencil, like I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although one was using caran d'ache crayons which I want to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the hell even reads this blog anymore [apart from Angel]?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8638470735459065769?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8638470735459065769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/boredness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8638470735459065769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8638470735459065769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/boredness.html' title='Boredness.'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5930329032868563082</id><published>2010-06-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:23:11.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing yet another meme. It is angels fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Spell your name without E, R, S, H, K, I, M, L, C, A, Y, N:&lt;br /&gt;Um, actually, it'd only be my last name left. Not even my middle name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But from Sylvia Crystal-Jones comes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;V T-Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;/fail D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Unlike Angel. *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favourite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8 I suppose. Also 12, for Zodiac Signs etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Blue and purple (lilac and amethyst)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Least favourite color?&lt;br /&gt;IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;If We Ever Meet Again by Timbaland ft. Katy Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Also Blue Bird (Naruto Shippuden Ending Theme number... 3?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;King of Everything by Sara Barilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anything that is played by Yiruma. He rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;    ...... At the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you involved with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No. Unlike Angel *shot again* [She calls him :DDDDDDDDDDDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favourite subject in school/college?&lt;br /&gt;GEO GEO GEO GEO. Also Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you shop at Abercrombie?&lt;br /&gt;We don't HAVE Abercrombie where we live. Oh no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you have money?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But your not having any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where do you wish you were right now?&lt;br /&gt;Amestris. *Shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Homework. As per usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you blow a bubble?&lt;br /&gt;With gum: No. Its impossible&lt;br /&gt;Soap: No&lt;br /&gt;spit: Gross.&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Prolly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do a cart wheel?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Just [TAKE THAT ANGEL HA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your toes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just. [aaaahhhh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you wiggle your ears?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried. IT DOESN'T WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you touch your tongue to your nose?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a fire fighter?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever want to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever break the law?&lt;br /&gt;Um... don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a bike?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Its covered in cobwebs though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play the lotto?&lt;br /&gt;Too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like football?&lt;br /&gt;American football? No&lt;br /&gt;Aussie footy? No&lt;br /&gt;Soccer? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I might like Soccer. Especially cos of all the Hetalia fanarts of the Fifa world cup right now. YAY HETALIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a shopping addiction?&lt;br /&gt;No. Unlike Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DOES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have family picnics?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your wallet have any pics in it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;Um... I'm cyber-hanging out with Angel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last car ride?&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago, from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last text message from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mum telling me to walk to the front of the school so she could pick me up. Our drop off zone is so chaotic that if you tried to cross the drop off zone around 8:15am or 3:20pm, you'd get run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last baby you held?&lt;br /&gt;Um... IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;The album Gold by September on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk. *insert some random Edward Elric Joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you watched?&lt;br /&gt;NCIS. Well, part of it anyways. [ANGEL FINALLY WATCHES NCIS YAAAAAAAAY]&lt;br /&gt;This video of the House of Wax on youtube Erikka forced us to watch of some guy cutting off some other guys Achilles Heel with huge scissors. Yes Angel, feel free to gag. I did too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6018465/4/Of_The_Highest_Degree"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6018465/4/Of_The_Highest_Degree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you hand wrote?&lt;br /&gt;Words for this drawing meme i did in my homework diary while 'working' on science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black and gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;Ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight hair or curly?&lt;br /&gt;Naturally Straight/frizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed a class?&lt;br /&gt;IDK *shoed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished a life goal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um... Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in front of a crowd?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's hard [I was like 9 at the time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;Laptop. Pen. Some form of homework. That sand timer thingy from Tara. Posters. Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Want a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="line-height: 1.3em; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Hamster on a piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Angel's answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Angel [no its not creepy, I'm talking to her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Nandini because it is her birthday today and I need to write to her HAPPY BIRTHDAY NANDINI!!!! Do you even read this blog? Who actually does apart from Angel, possibly Livi and Mariko? And maybe Alisha? If you do, I want you to email me/msn me/tell me these 3 words some time this month: TEAM ELRIC FOREVER. Even if you don't know who I'm talking about. Even if you don't get it. Even if you don't support Team Elric. [If you don't, well damn you. If you don't because you don't know what it is, that's fine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Edward Elric [no its not creepy. Its just I was talking about him and Alphonse in the last paragraph, so why not. Also, if I was Yr 13 and did the Birthday Concert for the School last year, I would get a huge cardboard cutout of Ed topless and shove it in the Twihard's faces saying 'HE'S THE BETTER FICTIONAL EDWARD FREAKS' but then I'd get shot and stampeded. Don't glare at me Mariko for being an Otaku. You know me by now. It happens.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Plants vs. Zombies. No I'm serious, I'm playing that right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;br /&gt;Just then. At Angel's answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink milk straight from the carton?&lt;br /&gt;No. We don't have cartons, we have bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows a big secret about you?&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulder lengthish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Toast with PB and jelly. Lol nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday on a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;IT NEVER IS RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What instant messaging service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5930329032868563082?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5930329032868563082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/doing-yet-another-meme-it-is-angels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5930329032868563082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5930329032868563082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/doing-yet-another-meme-it-is-angels.html' title='Doing yet another meme. It is angels fault'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2646173230681699060</id><published>2010-06-06T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:53:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um... Yas</title><content type='html'>I've just changed the whole entire look of your selfy on tinierme. So don't freak out and think that someone has hacked into your account, Ok?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bored xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can change it back if you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2646173230681699060?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tinierme.com/tinierme/closet.do' title='Um... Yas'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2646173230681699060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-yas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2646173230681699060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2646173230681699060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-yas.html' title='Um... Yas'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3948019339767945701</id><published>2010-06-03T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:57:28.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geo is the new English</title><content type='html'>For me anyway&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English has gone down down down on the fave subjects list. Blame essays and reports. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially love Geo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its awesomeness is too difficult to put in words. So over the next few weeks, I may or may not be transcripting our lessons. I may or may not be changing names and you may or may not hear my real name (le gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3948019339767945701?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3948019339767945701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/geo-is-new-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3948019339767945701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3948019339767945701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/06/geo-is-new-english.html' title='Geo is the new English'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8799596523707604978</id><published>2010-05-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:55:39.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Sylvia by ~xrai222 on deviantART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xrai222.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-to-Sylvia-165645179"&gt;Happy Birthday to Sylvia by ~xrai222 on deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG I LOVE YOU FOREVER ANGEL *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just not in &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8799596523707604978?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://xrai222.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Birthday-to-Sylvia-165645179' title='Happy Birthday to Sylvia by ~xrai222 on deviantART'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8799596523707604978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-sylvia-by-xrai222-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8799596523707604978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8799596523707604978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-to-sylvia-by-xrai222-on.html' title='Happy Birthday to Sylvia by ~xrai222 on deviantART'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2989045879141531430</id><published>2010-05-27T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:22:03.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure of the sick Sylvia at the Supermarket...</title><content type='html'>Not really, but I am sick and I did go to the supermarket. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what I saw there? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coloured Cauliflower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_02/CaulliDM_468x518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You heard me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was green and purple. (its usually white btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would've taken a picture but my phone doesn't have a camera. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This image is copyright the Dailymail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On google, there is also red and blue-black cauliflower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2989045879141531430?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4971062/7/Princess_of_Death' title='The Adventure of the sick Sylvia at the Supermarket...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2989045879141531430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventure-of-sick-sylvia-at-supermarket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2989045879141531430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2989045879141531430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/adventure-of-sick-sylvia-at-supermarket.html' title='The Adventure of the sick Sylvia at the Supermarket...'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8926998845913451847</id><published>2010-05-23T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:25:04.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!!!</title><content type='html'>Or Yasmin. Or whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now I'm slaving away in English writing my speech about Autism and sneaking in Plants vs Zombies. Which I have now completed the main game. Ha. *SHOT SHOT SHOT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should draw you something. But I can't be bothered. Maybe I can draw you another picture of Hayley Williams. I have been meaning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8926998845913451847?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8926998845913451847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-angel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8926998845913451847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8926998845913451847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-angel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3556817346814705224</id><published>2010-05-20T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:39:09.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh Meh Meh about Mental stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. (Hi Louisa sitting next to me)&lt;br /&gt;In English. Well, it happens. Constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Plants vs. Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, more procrastination (sarcasm). Well, at least it stops me from checking fanfiction for updates every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm weird like that. Yes I'm weird that I don't get an account. But it's for the same reason I haven't got deviantart or facebook: I just can't be bothered. I'll do nothing on it. It'll just sit there, doing nothing. Just like my Neopets account. Don't look at me like that, I was 9 and certain SOMEONE just registered for me. BTW, after you registered for me, I never went on it again. Yes I know starz22/animal/neo is probably starving. And its YOUR fault. I never agreed to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start fail\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I feel that as of this moment I have an irregularly large ego (don't ask me why), I think I shall go and post the first sentence of my speech. Because I'm awesome like that *SHOT AND SHOT AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mental. I’m mental. Your mental. Everybody’s mental. That’s mental. Mentally retarded. Mentally scarred. Patrick Jane, Mentalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, now I look at it, its not really related to the topic I'm doing. But oh well, it sounds cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/end fail D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3556817346814705224?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3556817346814705224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/meh-meh-meh-about-mental-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3556817346814705224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3556817346814705224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/meh-meh-meh-about-mental-stuff.html' title='Meh Meh Meh about Mental stuff'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6760719496470562593</id><published>2010-05-19T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:51:35.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kami-sama, Pthinean, WHOEVER YOU ARE, I'm screwed</title><content type='html'>It's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, pthinean (sing.) and pthinea (plu.) is my way of saying 'God' without actually saying 'God'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff for me to freak out about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEO RESEARCH ON AN A2 POSTER DUE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;  -I have to point out features on a picture&lt;br /&gt;  -Create a Map&lt;br /&gt;  -Do 3 Longish paragraphs on The cultural and natural affects of mining on a township and solutions&lt;br /&gt;  -Table on the problems and solutions relating to mining near a township&lt;br /&gt;  -Graphs from a survey that gave me a mental breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished the table and the graphs, started the picture.&lt;br /&gt;DUE TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test that is to do with this is also tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a PERFORMANCE in around 3 HOURS. I have to play 3 SONGS not 1 song. Not one really long song, but 3 SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French test on Les Celebrations on Monday next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My French Unit test is on the Thursday next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Injection is on the EXACT SAME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday is somewhere in the midst of that all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano exam is on JUNE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English Research Speech is due on 8 June. I haven't started writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished the report that goes with the speech. My hand fell off with the amount of words I had to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have rock band that is on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Chinese lessons with younger children on Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have Chiropracter every week. Which is basically some person poping my bones into the right places. Yes that is quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to Karin, Mariko and Hannah (Hanna? IDK how to spell her name) who I'm listening to play their trio right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6760719496470562593?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6760719496470562593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/kami-sama-pthinean-whoever-you-are-im.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6760719496470562593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6760719496470562593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/kami-sama-pthinean-whoever-you-are-im.html' title='Kami-sama, Pthinean, WHOEVER YOU ARE, I&apos;m screwed'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4078167704868808672</id><published>2010-05-18T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:32:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Geo After School</title><content type='html'>Is not fun. Wendy has told me off several times for not being on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4078167704868808672?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4078167704868808672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/doing-geo-after-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4078167704868808672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4078167704868808672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/doing-geo-after-school.html' title='Doing Geo After School'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1853009002679849459</id><published>2010-05-14T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:11:03.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons remake Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' - NZ Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://entertainment.msn.co.nz/blog.aspx?blogentryid=631385&amp;amp;showcomments=true"&gt;The Simpsons remake Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' - NZ Entertainment - Your daily fix of music gossip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that you don't like this song Angel but the music video is still epicish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1853009002679849459?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://entertainment.msn.co.nz/blog.aspx?blogentryid=631385&amp;showcomments=true' title='The Simpsons remake Ke$ha&apos;s &apos;Tik Tok&apos; - NZ Entertainment'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1853009002679849459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/simpsons-remake-kehas-tik-tok-nz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1853009002679849459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1853009002679849459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/simpsons-remake-kehas-tik-tok-nz.html' title='The Simpsons remake Ke$ha&apos;s &apos;Tik Tok&apos; - NZ Entertainment'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4967545549293446014</id><published>2010-05-11T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:23:08.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Memes: Now in the same post so you people won't get pissed off by all the spam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bleach Meme from here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsakaki.deviantart.com/journal/15587000/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://tsakaki.deviantart.com/journal/15587000/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just deviantarted 'Bleach Meme' in journals, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who is your favourite Bleach character(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Um... I don't know. It's like Naruto. There aren't a lot of characters I hate, and everyone's just about the  same other than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;RANDOM TRAIN OF THOUGH CONCERNING THE ABOVE QUESTION I'M GONNA SPOUT A LOT OF CRAP FOR THOSE WHO DON'T READ BLEACH YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rukia I suppose, but I'm alright with Orihime as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ichigo not so much. I mean he's all 'Blah blah blah i'm your friend i'm gonna save you blah blah blah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ishida needs more screentime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm starting to like Soi Fon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still hate her vice, that Omaeda fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kira's cool. I like his Zanpaktou abilty. Or just that its good with decapitation. Cynical me... [Yasmin is now giving me the look...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm meh with the 4th squad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aizen needs to fuck off. I was all 'Holy crap he's like one of the best bad guys ever!! Like Sylar xD' at first but now its 'did you make ichigo breathe just then as well, huh? Did you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still like Hinamori. But if she keeps getting nearly killed for no good reason then she's going to go down. Considerably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nanao needs more screentime and a shikai and shunsui needs to get a bankai. And preferably a cool one. [I'm still disappointed that Soi Fon didn't get huge wings, wasp armour [not loads though, she'd look like an idiot and wings that went at the speed of sound and a weapon that turns things into a mini vortex. Yes I know I sound like a retard just then... but it is better than a rocket launcher, no?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meh with Iba and Komamura. Like the sunglasses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hisagi's grown on me after I started reading fanfiction. For some reason I see as a way less exhibitionist and more serious Gray from Fairy Tail. But its probably just the hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Toshiro=yes. For some reason I love short guys that have quick tempers *coughedwardelriccough* Just not in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Matsumoto: Like Hisagi, grown on me since I started reading Fanfiction. Same with Gin, just about all the Vizards and just about all the Espada and Renji. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And Byakuya, Yorouichi and Urahara are just awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I liked Nel originally too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite pairing?&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm siding with HitsuHina, Ichihime about one point over Ichiruki [I'm fine with either to be honest], RenjiRukia [what's the official name for this pairing? Renru?], ShunshuixNanao, GinRan has grown on me, also Ulquihime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you a Bleach yaoi, yuri or hentai fan?&lt;br /&gt;I'm siding with the straight pairings. But I'm alright non-straight, so long as it is plausible. Like Yorouichi [whose name I can't spell] and Soi Fon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever cosplayed Bleach characters? if so, who, where and how many times?&lt;br /&gt;Where I come from, we don't have cosplay and conventions, apart from Armegeddon, but that's for everything. I can never be stuffed going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. List your collection of Bleach junk and merchendise, if any.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have anime junk stuff stores either although I saw a cheap bag with Toshiro on it in one of those Asian shops. Also, in June, I'm swapping my FMA poster with Wendy's Bleach poster. She wanted mine, and I wanted to keep the poster so we decided to swap halfway through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever felt that you were destined to be with a Bleach character? If so who?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'm not really into the 'OMGHESSOHOTOMGILOVEHIMIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!' crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ichiru or Renkia?&lt;br /&gt;Renkia, though I do LIKE Ichiru. -I agree with this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IchiRen or Ichida?&lt;br /&gt;... IDK. If I had to chose I would go with Ichida. Don't give me that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which Shinigami squad is your favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um... IDK. 11th is pretty awesome, 10th is cool [literally xD] and the one that Shunsui is the captain of. Um... 8th I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you support the theory that Urahara is secretly working for Aizen?&lt;br /&gt;No. If he was evil, Urahara would've already ruled the world. And anyway, he would definately not work for the asshole named Aizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you support the 'Kurosaki Isshin is Urahara’s brother’ theory?&lt;br /&gt;No. Stupid really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your favourite Arrancar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stark! And Lillynette. Nel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you pro-Rukia or anti-Rukia?&lt;br /&gt;Pro. Definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you seen all episodes so far? (including fillers)&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't be bummed, it wrecks the broadband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you read all the chapters so far?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, although there was a few battles where I skipped some chapters because it was too boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe Ichigo has OCD?&lt;br /&gt;OCD of what? Beating people? Saving people? Using Bankai? [no actually, the last one is true...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sub or dub?&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say. But I think I would go with Sub. Just because of Romi Park. [midgets for life xD]. And plus, Ichigo's voice is just like I thought it would be. That get's kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pro-Ishida or Anti-Ishida?&lt;br /&gt;Pro! Nothing wrong with a good archer that sews. [I'm jealous really. I mean I can sew, but like I can't make clothes or anything that pro yet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Kon = annoying or funny?&lt;br /&gt;Annoying. There was a time where I was asking my friend if she had seen the latest chapter and her friend would be all, "I saw it too! Kon did..." It was a running gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ishida= sexy beast or ugly nerd?&lt;br /&gt;*chokes* WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Which character would be the best crossdresser?&lt;br /&gt;Yumichika with all his 'I'm the most beautiful person in the world' thing. For some reason, I see him as the Kurt of Bleach [Kurt from Glee] just that he's not gay, and we don't know if he can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Chad = weird or awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! I mean he speaks spanish. I love spanish. The language. Its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Which character would be best OOC? who and how?&lt;br /&gt;Hinamori. For some reason I can see her ruling Huenco Mundo, blowing up crap with the Mythbusters, giving an evil laugh. And people would be cowering... it would be fun. She needs to be more badass. She just hasn't had her badass moment yet. She needs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like Bleach fanfics?&lt;br /&gt;Depends. As long as read them [grammar, spelling, making sense etc.] and they have good writing etc. its good. I hate them with OC's though. Just too risky reading them cos some of them will make you want to kill bunnies if you get my drift [n o offence to bunnies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you write Bleach fanfics?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like lemons?&lt;br /&gt;... No. I am not a sick minded person who reads sex scenes. [I do the whole HOLYSHIZZLEITSASEXSCENESKIPNOWPLZ!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do your parents know any Bleach characters?&lt;br /&gt;No they just say, "Oh its your An-EE-mee thing again." Or well that's what Mum says. Dad probably doesn't even know that I watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you watched the Bleach AMVs?&lt;br /&gt;No. It's kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you seen any weird Bleach fandubs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever got someone else hooked on Bleach?&lt;br /&gt;No, I would get Angel hooked on it but she only reads Shojo. READ OURAN DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever been drawing Bleach in school and have someone recognize it?&lt;br /&gt;No one in my class reads bleach. Or well Louisa does but she doesn't sit next to me in the classes where I have free time to draw stuff [Science and Maths]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever been in class drawing Bleach and the teacher comes up to you and says "wtf is this?"&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Has Bleach affected your school life and grades?&lt;br /&gt;No. All my life is SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL so for all my spare time is spent on MSN, reading fanfictions and watching NCIS and Bones. And Angel, do not glare at me with that, "GO FOR A WALK THEN YOU FREAK!!!" Cos I will say no. I'm too busy. Apart from the holidays, there is not one day where I do not have a presentation, homework or essay due in. Or a test looming over my head. You just CAN'T take any days off, even if you are sick. You just lose too much, and there will always be homework, or catch up work that you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you broke thanks to Bleach?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I read everything on the internet. Yay internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you want to read the slashfics?&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what's so OMG WOW about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you support the 'Ishida’s dad is working with Aizen' theory?&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean, yeah I suppose there's the whole "An enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing but Aizen is ex-shinigami, and really, what is there to gain with working with Aizen. I mean, he hasn't even stated what he wants to do: Rob all the banks, Rule the world, Rule universe, rule Asia, Rule Japan, be head of the underground gangs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you draw Bleach fanart? If so, count how many there is in your gallery.&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It would be a fail attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is Ichigo sexier shirtless or in bankai?&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Hell. [I like his bankai]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a Bleach OC?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Looking back at some of your answers, do you think Bleach has taken over your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not really. It's just another manga I read weekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So yeah. One down. [Or 3 if you count the last 2 posts.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There are no vampire knight, fma or gakuen alice memes that don't include drawing and that are strictly that fandom. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Music Meme:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Got this from this person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wannabemustangjockey.deviantart.com/journal/20851695/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://wannabemustangjockey.deviantart.com/journal/20851695/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was like the 5th person down if you search 'Music Meme' on Journals on Deviantart *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your music library.&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm actually going to use the radio for this. If I don't know the song, then I'll go to the next station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BTW, I don't actually like all these songs, its just ones I know, not necessarily like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Kids-MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(wow, isn't this song a bit early?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Everything (take me down)-Dane Rumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this makes no sense. Unless the dreamworld wants me to go down into dreamworld again, which I would happily agree with. 7am is too early to wake up on a school day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can't Be Tamed-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(what the hell. She sounds like Britney Spears in this song)&lt;br /&gt;Falling In love:&lt;br /&gt;Secret Smile-Phish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;Uprising-Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Hell yeah this is epic fight song and you know it. Wait, do they mean argument or someone kicking ass fighting?)&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Nothin on You-B.O.B ft Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(umm did he cheat on me?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;Ever So Shy-General Fiasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Um was I shy at my prom or something? Or did I get drunk ["Let's get wasted, it's all we ever do"])&lt;br /&gt;Life's OK:&lt;br /&gt;Oopsie Daisy-Chipmunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ok. What the hell.)&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;OMG-Usher ft. Will.i.am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(OMG I'M HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN O.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just a Little-Kids of '88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(this is dodgy song. I'm going leave the imagination -or lack of- from that statement up to you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Closer-Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This should be the one below. Like totally. *gigglesnort*&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;Love is in the Air-John Paul Young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I should have never switched to the Breeze. With all those oldish songs. This song should SO be for the next one. Did I accidently forget one or something.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;The Meltdown-Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I swear this should be for the next one. It should be me melting down and freaking out. Although me freaking out about the Wedding is plausible to.)&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child:&lt;br /&gt;Eenie Meenie-Sean Kingston ft. Justin Beiber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(What the hell. This is not even related.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;Love Story-Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(NO!!! THIS IS NOT A FINAL BATTLE SONG!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;I Like That-Richard Vission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(AHHHHH THIS EVEN WORSE THAN MY FINAL BATTLE SONG!!!!!! I MEAN FOR GOD SAKES IT'S LIKE A DESCRIPTION OF EROTIC STUFF!!!! NOT A DEATH SCENE SONG!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Soul Sister-Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Well if I wanted everyone to be happy about my death then yeah, sure.)&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Black Box-Stan Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(This needs to be an epic ballad/rock song with guitars. This is not it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After Credits Twist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You Got Me-J Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(No comment. I'm doing this Meme again. Later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FOUND FMA MEME YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Got from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://syao9.deviantart.com/journal/15045933/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://syao9.deviantart.com/journal/15045933/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://syao9.deviantart.com/journal/15045933/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First result if you search 'FMA Meme'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-------[YOU]--------&lt;br /&gt;1] What is your real first name? Call me Sylvia for now&lt;br /&gt;2] What is your nickname? Well actually Sylvia is a nickname. But I also respond to Sylv, Mini Falda and Doodog. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;3] What is your gender? I am teh awesome girl&lt;br /&gt;4] How old are you? 14, birthday in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[FAVORITES]--------&lt;br /&gt;5] Who's your fav FMA character? Edward!! And Hawkeye&lt;br /&gt;6] Fav FMA song? I don't take note of the ED's and OP's&lt;br /&gt;7] Fav OP?&lt;br /&gt;8] Fav ED?&lt;br /&gt;9] Fav Elric Brother? Edward&lt;br /&gt;10] Fav deadly sin? Greed. GREEDLING FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;11] Fav chimera? Nina&lt;br /&gt;12] Fav episode? Episode 40-something when Winry tries to shoot Scar but can't and starts crying and Ed hugs her. I'm secretly a sucker for sad episodes and EdWin. But SHHHHHH I didn't tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;13] Fav scene? Just about every single time Ed get's pissed off/gets hit with someithng&lt;br /&gt;14] Fav place? Central. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;15] Fav game? We don't have FMA games where we come from. Its sad.&lt;br /&gt;16] Fav military staff? Roy, I know I said I like Hawkeye but in a military setting, definately Roy.&lt;br /&gt;17] Fav male character? Ed and Ling&lt;br /&gt;18] Fav female character? Riza and Winry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[EITHER/OR'S]--------&lt;br /&gt;19] Who's cooler? Ed or Roy? Ed. By like a millimeter (I can just hear Roy going, "Yeah, and that's the height of Fullmetal." And Ed blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;20] Who's cooler? Didn't I already answer this?&lt;br /&gt;21] Which is cuter? IDK...&lt;br /&gt;22] Who's stronger? Armstrong or Izumi's husband? Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;23] Who's more brutal? Winry or Izumi? Izumi&lt;br /&gt;24] Who's the deadliest homunculus? Wrath. Maybe. Envy close second.&lt;br /&gt;25] Which is better? Automail or alchemy? Alchemy&lt;br /&gt;26] Who's smarter? Ed or Roy? Ed&lt;br /&gt;27] Who's cuter? Ed or Roy? IDK again.&lt;br /&gt;28] Which is more painful? Wait, what?&lt;br /&gt;29] What's better? Metal or fire? FIRE BITCHES!!! PYROMANICS FOR LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;30] What's better? Steak or potatoes? Steak&lt;br /&gt;31] Who's cooler? Winry or Riza? Riza&lt;br /&gt;32] Who would win? Riza or Izumi? Izumi, she'd just trap Riza with her alchemy&lt;br /&gt;33] Who would get married? Roy and Riza, Ed and Winry&lt;br /&gt;34] Who would say "poop?" What?&lt;br /&gt;35] Who would say "buttmonkeys?" What?&lt;br /&gt;36] Who wouldn't say "howdy do"? WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[ED AND AL'S ROOM]--------&lt;br /&gt;37] First floor or second floor? Second floor&lt;br /&gt;38] One or two beds? Two beds&lt;br /&gt;39] What kind of wallpaper? Pink polka d- I mean!! White painted! To draw stuff on!&lt;br /&gt;40] The floor? Wooden&lt;br /&gt;41] How many windows or do they even have a window? Two windows, one for each to climb out of, complete with balconies and fire escapes.&lt;br /&gt;42] What's inside their closet? Lots of stuff. (secretly they have an electric guitar, bass and amp)&lt;br /&gt;43] Is their room clean? Yes, their current guardian would probably force them to or Al would do it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;44] 1900ish or let's make it modern? Modern xD&lt;br /&gt;45] Depending on your answer above, what supplies do they have? Um... IDK. Their own lab, complete with microscopes and a nuclear reactor (what ever that is. I know I sound dumb now, but it just sounded science-y)&lt;br /&gt;46] Any pets? Probably an assortment of cats, and probably a dog&lt;br /&gt;47] Home alone, party, parents, etc? With some form of guardian, to cook dinner for them.&lt;br /&gt;48] What type of bedsheets do they have? Dark blue for Al, Red for Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[WISHES]--------&lt;br /&gt;49] Why is he/she/it your fav character? They persevere, brave and go through things I could never go through and still come out with a smile (or some sort of grim smile) on their face.&lt;br /&gt;50] Do you wish you were like him/her/it? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;51] Do you wish you were with him/her/it? No, Winry and Roy can have them.&lt;br /&gt;52] Do you wish him/her/it is real? Hm... that would be Ok, I suppose... Time is going to have a heart attack though.&lt;br /&gt;53] Do you wish FMA would never end? Yeah it's so sad that it is ending, the manga I mean.&lt;br /&gt;54] Do you wish the FMA movie was on right now? Not really, I didn't really like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;55] Do you wish you had automail? Not really, it would weird for me, and difficult for me to maneuver with my back and all.&lt;br /&gt;56] Do you wish you were a big suit of armor? No. No no no. Sorry Al.&lt;br /&gt;57] Do you wish you were in the military? I'd probably die in the first minute of training&lt;br /&gt;58] Do you wish that alchemy really worked? Yes, it would be cool, and would solve the problems of say mining and stuff. I know I sound really smart there (sarcasm). And plus I could create drawings that are EXACTLY how I want them to be and they would never frustrate me. Because none of my drawings seem to look EXACTLY as how I want them to.&lt;br /&gt;59] Do you wish for an endless amount of FMA stuff in your room? That would be nice. But I highly doubt that will ever happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[YOU IN THE FMA WORLD]--------&lt;br /&gt;60] What would be your name? IDK. Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;61] Your rank? Private. I couldn't be bummed going any higher.&lt;br /&gt;62] Are you an alchemist? That would nice, thanks&lt;br /&gt;63] What type of alchemy do you use? To be able to control air. That would be cool. Make tornadoes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;64] Who are you friends with? I'm a private, people don't talk to privates. Maybe Scieza. AHHH CAN'T SPELL HER NAME.&lt;br /&gt;65] Who are your foes? The annoying dumb girl that flirts with everyone and calls me a bitch. We all know a person like that. I just don't know who that is just yet. BUT WHEN I DO.... I don't know what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;66] What is your purpose in the FMA world? To become an awesome writer and chronicle the lives of the Elric Br-wait, its already been done. DAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(44, 54, 53); font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;67] Are you strong, smart, fast, etc? Smart, and a goodish drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;68] Do the Elric Bros cross paths with you? We meet outside a coffee shop, I accidently drop the bags of shopping I was getting. JK. I mean, I was at the library and I met them there. Happy?&lt;br /&gt;69] Do they join you? Well I went out with them for coffee and juice with Schiezca.&lt;br /&gt;70] Does Roy happen to bump heads with you? Not really. He's too high up to talk to someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;71] Does Roy flirt with you? No. I give him a glare and run off.&lt;br /&gt;72] Anyone else you run into? Not really, just people here and there.&lt;br /&gt;73] Does anyone ever save you or are you too tough to be saved? Not really. Nothing happens much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;74] Did you almost get killed by anyone? My cat because I got him the wrong cat food.&lt;br /&gt;75] What areas/towns have you visited? Xing! I loved it there.&lt;br /&gt;76] Are you a lazy or outgoing person? Lazy person, that's why I am an alchemist but still a private...&lt;br /&gt;77] If you're an alchemist, do you desire the Philosopher's Stone? No.&lt;br /&gt;78] Do you have any automail? No&lt;br /&gt;79] Any friends with you? Um, I said I'm going after the Stone&lt;br /&gt;80] Whatever your purpose is, do you succeed? To become the Elric's biographer? No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;81] Did you ever kill anyone during a fight? No.&lt;br /&gt;82] If you saw a poor little cat/dog, what would you do? I'd probably pick it up and take it tothe nearest pet shelter. I'm sure there's one somewhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;83] If you're an alchemist, who would you ask for advice on anything about alchemy? My commanding Captain, probably Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------[FANDOM]--------&lt;br /&gt;84] Would you call Ed short if you really met him? No, I'd call him tall. He is technically taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;85] Do you have a crush on any of the FMA characters? No.&lt;br /&gt;86] Would you want to marry him/her? No.&lt;br /&gt;87] Would you ask Al if you could hide inside his armor? Yes, especially if my captain/commander person was yelling that I was slacking off.&lt;br /&gt;88] Are you an obsessed FMA fan? Yes, for around 2 and half years now. I was exposed to the manga world late. Apart from Digimon, Pokiemon, Metabots, Beyblade and Cardcaptors.&lt;br /&gt;90] Own an FMA website? No&lt;br /&gt;91] Do you draw lots of FMA fanart? I'veaw 3 pictures of Ed, 1 of Winry and 1 of Al. Bit of a fail really. Apart from the last picture of Ed. I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;92] Lots of FMA fanfics? No, I don't really write but I should.&lt;br /&gt;93] What would be your reaction when you see Roy? OMGLEIKPYROMANICAWESOME&lt;br /&gt;94] What would be your reaction when you see Ed randomly in a hardware shop or someplace? "Oh hey, aren't you that Alchemist fellow that knows Schiezka?&lt;br /&gt;95] What would be your reaction when you see Armstrong randomly in a gym or someplace? He doesn't know me. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;96] Have you seen the whole series? Yeah, and the manga.&lt;br /&gt;97] Are you obsessed with a certain character? Meh not obsessed...&lt;br /&gt;98] Have you ever dreamed or thought about FMA during school, in a car, in bed, etc? I'd love to have, but sadly, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;100] Do you wonder why you took this FMA survey? No, I'm in a meme mood. It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well that's enough for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;~Sylvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4967545549293446014?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4967545549293446014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-memes-now-in-same-post-so-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4967545549293446014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4967545549293446014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-memes-now-in-same-post-so-you.html' title='More Memes: Now in the same post so you people won&apos;t get pissed off by all the spam'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-3168962582337319434</id><published>2010-05-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:13:49.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouran Meme</title><content type='html'>Found this here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dizzysoccergurl.deviantart.com/journal/26136835/"&gt;http://dizzysoccergurl.deviantart.com/journal/26136835/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just googled 'Ouran Meme' and voila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;Tamaki [Prince Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are French&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're a very romantic person&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You flirt a lot with girls/boys.&lt;br /&gt;[] Easily fooled by things that wouldn't fool most.&lt;br /&gt;[] You're overly eccentric in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about you family deeply even if they don't return the feelings&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is April 8th&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're slow when it comes to your own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2 [meh figured]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoya [Cool Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear glasses [Does wearing night contacts but used to wear glasses count?]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are known for being "evil". [you should hear my Nerissa from W.I.T.C.H. impression]&lt;br /&gt;[] Your favorite foods are anything spicy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You excel in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're a very calculating person&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is November 22.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate waking up in the morning. YES YES YES&lt;br /&gt;[] You never like to do anything unless it has a benefit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunny [Loli Shota Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're the shortest out of your friends. [No, most are short...]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love cakes and sweets.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have a stuffed animal that has special meaning to you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/have taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are close to your cousins. [Hell yeah.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You look a lot younger than you look.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're born on February 29th&lt;br /&gt;[] Your favorite subject is math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mori [Wild Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're the tallest out of your friends&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only talk when you need to&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're protective of people you care for.&lt;br /&gt;[] You favorite food is Japanese food&lt;br /&gt;[x] When bad things happen you tend to blame yourself a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is May 5th&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're not much of a leader but more of a follower&lt;br /&gt;[] Not many people know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikaru [Devil Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You and your sibling have a strong bond&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're a very cynical person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like to mess with your siblings a lot (not a lot, that would mean doing something)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're the oldest sibling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is June 9th&lt;br /&gt;[] You like Italian food&lt;br /&gt;[] You get jealous easily&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't make friends easily. It's either you get me, or you don't. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru [Devil Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You like to play games&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Favorite subject, English [used to be, now its Geo. Yay Geo!]&lt;br /&gt;[] You enjoy fashion/cosplay&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're nicer than your siblings [if you have any] [Well my sister doesn't talk and likes rip and chuck stuff across rooms...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is June 9th&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're very forgiving&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You'd rather give someone something and go without to make that person happy&lt;br /&gt;[] You like playing tricks on people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haruhi [Natural Type]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't care about trivial things like appearance&lt;br /&gt;[] You're tight with money&lt;br /&gt;[] You get along with guys well&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're blunt about everything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're an excellent cook.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a hard time understanding love&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your birthday is February 4th&lt;br /&gt;[x] People feel like they can open up and talk to you easily (sometimes) [It really depends. Like I said, if you get me, and my ways, then yeah, you can. But I think a lot of people think that I might like get pissed off with them or like give them a glare if they ask what to do. Well, for me, its more me freaking out and going "Crap I really want to help you but really I have not a freaking clue what to do in this situation"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;So I'm Kyouya, Hikaru and Haruhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;Um Ok then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(44, 54, 53); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#2C3635;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm off to look for more memes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-3168962582337319434?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3168962582337319434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouran-meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3168962582337319434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/3168962582337319434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/ouran-meme.html' title='Ouran Meme'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2264394403822781158</id><published>2010-05-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:09:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme. Tagged by Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you have:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mother&lt;br /&gt;[x] Father&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Step-Father&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Step-Mother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Step Sister&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Step Brother&lt;br /&gt;[] Brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brother In Law&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sister&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sister In Law&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Half sister&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Half brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Nephew&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Niece&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boyfriend/Girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mobile phone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Own bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have/had a swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have/had a hot tub&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Guest room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Living Room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own computer&lt;br /&gt;[] Own TV&lt;br /&gt;[] Flat TV&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is some big carpet at your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total:&lt;/b&gt; 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Full size/Queen bed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] More than 8 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x] MP3 Player/iPod&lt;br /&gt;[ ] PS2/3&lt;br /&gt;[] Nintendo DS or PSP&lt;br /&gt;[] Gameboy/Advance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[x] Xbox/Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;[] Wii&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your Own Laptop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Basketball net/hoop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Air hockey table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pool table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ping pong table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Football table&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sport gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Night stand&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stereo in bedroom&lt;br /&gt;[ ] surround system&lt;br /&gt;[] DVD player in bedroom/portable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Go shopping at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Expensive cologne/perfume&lt;br /&gt;[x] AIM/MSN&lt;br /&gt;[] camera on phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go Cart/car/quad&lt;br /&gt;[] Guitar/drums/bass&lt;br /&gt;[] Piano/Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Any other instrument&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;[x] Traveled out of the country&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had a personal trainer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Expensive jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x] Met a Celeb [My Mum's cousin is a tv presenter on Asia Downunder... she counts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Straightener/curling iron&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have been to a batting cage [the hell is that?]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have $100 on you right now in your pocket/wallet [I have it in my piggy bank. Does this count?]&lt;br /&gt;[] Credit card or ATM card or debit card or bank card&lt;br /&gt;[] Have a TV in your room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mirror in your room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Window in your room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Rome&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Been to Australia&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Dubai&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to Germany&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been to a place written in 7 wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Parents have a car&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have owned or own a Jet ski/boat&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had/have Camped&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been to 3+ states/countries/provinces&lt;br /&gt;[] 80+ buddies on facebook/myspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total so far:&lt;/b&gt; 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Home cooked meal almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a limo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;[x] Own a camera&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Have been to Disneyland/World more than 2 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total:&lt;/b&gt; 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post title as:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-25 = Ghetto! (and tag 5 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26-40 = Average Teen! (and tag 10 people)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41-50 = Spoiled Teen! (and tag 15 people)&lt;br /&gt;51+ = Upper Class Snob! (and tag 20 people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVERAGE TEEN JUST *headdesk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;BTW, Angel got like 32 or something... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2264394403822781158?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.co.nz/reader/view/#stream/user%2F12685826960635393624%2Fstate%2Fcom.google%2Freading-list' title='Meme. 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Tagged by Angel'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4212899474923083938</id><published>2010-04-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:22:49.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just drew an awesome picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S9SrLwOuzeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EmjDKVFCeXk/s1600/Awesome+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464180466320854498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 418px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S9SrLwOuzeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EmjDKVFCeXk/s320/Awesome+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't for a while. I really pleased with it. Alright so you know I have my Sylvia comic, and for those who don't know, I have planned out a PS2 game based on my dreams. Well this is from one of the levels (although it wasn't a dream) and its like me and my friend's friends kicking ass against Disney fangirls. Because they would so do that. Just threw in Edward Elric cos I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it looks crap on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want, if your really desperate to see it, I'll email the scan to you, or I can just show you if you ever come to my house (prolly only Alisha/Ruth and Angel/Yas)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm cool like that, I'm going to name and shame Alisha's friends that I put in here. I just don't think my friends from my old school would whip out guns and start shooting screaming fan- no actually they would. THIS CALLS FOR A SEQUEL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also would like to make a sequel for the people at my college. Can just picture a certain person sitting next to me whipping out a shotgun and shooting them. Yeah, you know who you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So L to R:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael, welding Elite swords from Halo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alisha-chan, welding some basic guns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brody, welding some sort of machine gun, called something like Akimbos 75 or something, I got it off Heli Attack 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDWARD EFFING ELRIC BITCHES!! No, I am not friends with him. I so wish I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naomi, welding a laser launcher, just a rocket laucher that fires huge laser bursts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cecelia, welding Rail Guns. I love Rail Guns. Shit, I think spelt her name wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luis, welding a folded up nunchuk a la Ikkaku Madarame from Bleach. I don't know if you like AC DC but I needed product placement somewhere, and there was an ad for the Iron Man 2 soundtrack with AC DC on, hence the blurry logo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The belts look the same... so does the shoes. I really wanted to but someone in 6 inch boots with chains but I couldn't be bothered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, apart from Edward Elric, none of the boys look like they really are in real life. Apart from maybe Luis. IDK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4212899474923083938?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4212899474923083938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-drew-awesome-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4212899474923083938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4212899474923083938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-drew-awesome-picture.html' title='I just drew an awesome picture'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S9SrLwOuzeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/EmjDKVFCeXk/s72-c/Awesome+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-4533350226632107845</id><published>2010-04-15T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:59:12.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays Are About to End</title><content type='html'>Which means I am about to die. Not literally of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my mind will die. NOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered writing long blogs, so you'll have to put up with short ones for the moment sorry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-4533350226632107845?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4533350226632107845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays-are-about-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4533350226632107845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/4533350226632107845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/holidays-are-about-to-end.html' title='The Holidays Are About to End'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7235964245692696324</id><published>2010-04-09T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:39:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watched the 100th episode of Bones</title><content type='html'>There has not been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book&lt;br /&gt;A manga&lt;br /&gt;A song&lt;br /&gt;A movie&lt;br /&gt;A TV programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that has EVER made me want me to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this episode. I was surprised to even want to cry, let alone cry, even though it was for (really around) 7 seconds. That is saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it was Bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brilliant. Sad, emotional, epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you anymore because I want you to watch Bones :D or at least that episode, but you won't get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just watched Alice in Wonderland in 3D. That was also epic, just in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7235964245692696324?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7235964245692696324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-watched-100th-episode-of-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7235964245692696324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7235964245692696324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-watched-100th-episode-of-bones.html' title='Just watched the 100th episode of Bones'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5503309410475195679</id><published>2010-04-04T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:45:42.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note for Angel</title><content type='html'>Change your deviantart password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on deviantart randomly.&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, "Hey, since Angel used that password for TinierMe, I wonder if she used it for deviantart. That would be crack."&lt;br /&gt;I typed in your username. I typed in that password.&lt;br /&gt;I got onto your account.&lt;br /&gt;I gasped.&lt;br /&gt;I logged out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were lucky it was just me, not some genius hacker fellow that would probably change your icon yet again, like they the deviantart staff did on April Fools. It could've been worse than the Lady Gaga icon (although I actually found that one fine BTW). It could've been Edward. And no, I'm not talking about Edward Elric that is staring at you (along with other people) out of that poster above my bed in a non-creepy way. Nor is one of the Scissorhand type, nor of one out of a certain Disney Princess movie including Amy Adams and a certain McDreamy. Lol McDreamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one Math test I had last year with word problems, they used the names Mr McDreamy and Mr McSteamy. I started silently cracking up in the exam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, change your password, unless you want me to clear out your messages or something when you can't be bummed or have too much homework. Or don't want to have a heart attack when you find you have accumulated 946 deviants and 253 messages over a mere 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5503309410475195679?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5503309410475195679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-note-for-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5503309410475195679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5503309410475195679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-note-for-angel.html' title='Quick Note for Angel'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5357397801264496825</id><published>2010-04-03T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:14:42.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Spiffy!!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws confetti*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random stuff now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Dad was whistling Bad Romance yesterday. Know, since most of you don't know Dad, I will say that he likes shooting (the sport and the type of games), serious, I have never heard him sing, doesn't like Lily Allen's or Beyonce's music that much, likes Brian Adam's music a lot (I grew up on it, know loads of songs nearly off by heart) and when he hears a song, doesn't even tap a foot, maybe a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard him whistling Bad Romance yesterday, I just about had a heart attack. Don't get me wrong, I love him a lot, but I nearly had a heart attack because of this OOCness. This is like me randomly doing the can-can at a Paramore. It doesn't happen. Ok, that was a bit OTT but still I hope he never reads this. And if he is, I still love him but yes, feel free to shoot me. And also, can we continue doing Halo co-op that we started on Saturday? Cos that was fun, even though I killed you accidently a few times. Heh Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shoed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserved that I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5357397801264496825?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5357397801264496825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-spiffy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5357397801264496825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5357397801264496825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-spiffy.html' title='Happy Birthday Spiffy!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8356212123325593422</id><published>2010-03-24T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:19:40.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick thing</title><content type='html'>READ THIS STORY BY MY FRIEND ALISHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to review if you can be bummed. She deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5763298/1/No_Subject"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5763298/1/No_Subject&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have written two review for it now, if you can be bummed reading them as well (SELF ADVERTISING *is shoed*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO READ IT!!! THAT MEANS YOU ANGEL!!! GO GO GO GO!!! And give constructive crits for her as well. And remember to mention me (if you want) so she knows its not some stranger xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH GEO TEST TOMORROW NOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And it takes two days. :(      &lt;--- not my happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8356212123325593422?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8356212123325593422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8356212123325593422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8356212123325593422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-thing.html' title='Quick thing'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6863609842655374240</id><published>2010-03-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:11:40.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just did the Round the Bays</title><content type='html'>And feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as crap as last year, but close to xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did 8.2 km in 1 hr 44 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 9 minutes slower than last year &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6863609842655374240?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6863609842655374240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-did-round-bays.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6863609842655374240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6863609842655374240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-did-round-bays.html' title='Just did the Round the Bays'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5132697644951345147</id><published>2010-03-02T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:05:22.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>128 question meme</title><content type='html'>Ok my friend did this before me so some of her answers are still there cos I just copied this straight from an email so I will be agreeing with some of hers, just so you don't get muddled up and think *that narissistic girl! answering twice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BASIC FACTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What time is it? 8:18 on Thursday 4th March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-single or taken? single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hair color? black...brownish in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eye color? black. i think. i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shoe size? 6/7/8/9? i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Glasses or contacts? Night contacts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-birthplace: Ah, just a small country in the bottom of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-siblings and ages: sister, mental age of 3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+gone skinny? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+smoked a cigarette? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+skipped school? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+asked someone out? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+been in love? Like doki doki love? *chokes* hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+been asked out? no. hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAVORITE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-school subject? Geo or Spanish, or lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TV show? Oooh too many :D NCIS, Bones, House, Chuck, Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-candy? IDK... nice stuff xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drink? Raspberry soda and Ginger beer I AGREE!!! So nice... also hot chocolate and smoothies. Smoothies &gt; milkshakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-colour(s)? dark blue and lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sport to play? Halo? Call of Duty? *is shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-favorite restaurant? IDK fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Disney cartoon character? the W.I.T.C.H. girls. Technically Disney. Or if you want strictly Disney, then Kim Possible, or if you want it movie wise then Bolt or The Incredibles xD or if you want classic Disney then I say um... Minnie Mouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-name for a Boy? IDK but I found out one of my girl characters that I named Ambriel, actually has a boys name. So yes, Ambriel is my awesome girl-boy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-name for a girl? I made up one called Ismeira, pronounced Iz-may-ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-another girls name? Valkyrie Cain xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DO YOU PREFER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-chocolate or candy? CHOCOLATE!! I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hugs or kisses? Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Silver or Gold? Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IN THE PAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watched a movie? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-talked on the phone? Well, I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cried? Yes. It was yesterday and Mum yelled at me :( And was for something stupid too, like forgetting to go pick up my requested library books or something... stupid PMSing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thrown up? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drank a glass of water? Yes, I think... i don't like water that much... *raises arms over head as Angel berates her about the goodness of water...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-read a book/magazine? Um... hell yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looked in the mirror? Yes, there is one permanately in my room and in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken a shower? Of course xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taken a picture? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-been in a car? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-listened to music? Yes, I always do! Or well I do a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-done your homework? It's the holidays!! What's this? My Gosh, seriously? Lucky Aussies... and well since we had our trip week this week we don't have any either *punches air victoriously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-given someone a hug? Yeah, my sister, and my Mum, my Dad's gone to a shooting tournament I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SOME RANDOM STUFF&lt;br /&gt;-The last movie you saw in the theater? Avatar! Pwns New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what color pants are you wearing? Black shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what color shirt are you wearing? Its Angel's old Black t-shirt with shooting stars and fluro lines and a pink horse sillhouete. I call it the 'Neon Pony' t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do you like your middle name? No. *hi fives friend* NEITHER rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what time is it now? 7:03pm on the 6th March (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much time on this over the last few days so that's why it took me ages to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any memes that are NON-DRAWING for me to complete, I'll do 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not too many Pokemon ones please (yes that means you Angel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5132697644951345147?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5132697644951345147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/128-question-meme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5132697644951345147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5132697644951345147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/03/128-question-meme.html' title='128 question meme'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6563958934399959675</id><published>2010-02-21T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:42:44.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FANG IS OUT!!</title><content type='html'>Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel is out in stores in my country! TAKE THAT AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is Gibbslapped*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and yes Angel, I don't check my phone in the weekend... I really should)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to get the book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6563958934399959675?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6563958934399959675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/fang-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6563958934399959675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6563958934399959675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/fang-is-out.html' title='FANG IS OUT!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6030957595919319714</id><published>2010-02-12T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:57:05.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A Haircut!!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know. Sholder-lengthish. Layered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I straighten it properly and flick it out, I will REALLY look like the Sylvia character xD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6030957595919319714?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6030957595919319714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-haircut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6030957595919319714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6030957595919319714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-got-haircut.html' title='I Got A Haircut!!'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1918465760584917320</id><published>2010-02-01T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:59:38.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done some writing :D</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I have done some failed attempts at writing i.e. my Nirvana Saints story and my Fractured Fairytale (who knows when I'll find time to finish it :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some prompts that are part of the Sylvia series, and may give some insight into my life itself. Deep thoughts people, deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wander:&lt;br /&gt;"Alright class, I will now talk to you about the importance of the Reflexive verbs..." is the last&lt;br /&gt;thing she hears before her mind wanders to the fartherest reaches of her imagination. She wants to be anywhere but here, but they will never know, fooled by her masquerade of dazed smiles&lt;br /&gt;and polite nodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this happens sometimes in Spanish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Circular:&lt;br /&gt;Her hands felt the edges of the circular hoop. "Annalese, for the last time, I cannot hula hoop,&lt;br /&gt;and I am certain, that whatever you do, I could not twirl that G--damn hoop for more than 2&lt;br /&gt;seconds around my waist!" Her petite cousin smiles a knowing smile and spins the hoop&lt;br /&gt;around her own waist, while spinning her body in the same direction as the hoop. The hoop does&lt;br /&gt;not fall, and continues in its circular orbit around her waist. Annalese smirks at her cousin's face of complete and utter shock and awe. "You, Annalese Jones, are a freaking GENIUS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, this one is true, just that I was like 8 and the genius was my neighbour, although i believe the real annalese probably could've thought of that herself...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Beg:&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia's eyes went wide. "Oh God, can we PLEASE not play Truth or Dare again?" The others smirked,  saying with amusement, "Why? We all know you like-" "I don't!" she shrieked her face filled with horror at the complete and utter Godforsaken IDIOT that they thought she liked. "Why the hell do you all think that? I don't like anybody!" They all smirked again, "Sure sure Sylvia, you keep saying that to yourself-" "SHUT YOUR BLOODY PIE HOLES!! I DON'T LIKE ANYONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" she screamed, a new emotion boiling in her. Pure and utter rage. Her friends obviously liked toying with her, but they never knew when to stop. She didn't like anyone, she hadn't for a very long time, the opposite gender was to her annoying, proud and majority of them crude brutes, one way or another. They obviously roped her with their chosen boy, probably because was Asian, as all Asians liked other Asians, it was stereotyped like that always. She clenched and unclenched her fists, took a deep breath and stalked away, trying to find what she referred to as "The Other Side" also known as Ruth's friends. She knew that Ruth and Naomi would let her join their group until she cooled off, regardless of what any of the others would say. She knew she would do anything to join that group until she had cooled off, even beg on her knees to, as misery loves company, even friends of friends. Misery also needs things to make her forget her misery, i.e. laughing at&lt;br /&gt;supposed, 'Gay gymnists.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a mixture of events that happened around 2 years ago, in a bit of rough patch in schooling where I was kinda a half-drifter and was under some pressure to basically, 'Admit that I liked one of the 40ish guys in the Year, as my friend had a theory that at any one time, you must've liked at one of them. By telling the world about it, this means that they could supposed 'torture' for Truth or Dare.' This was quite cruel and they stopped soon after I had screamed at them, and we made amends about it. And yes, this was the reason why I will never ever play Truth or Dare, or any game like it, if anybody is wondering. Also, the 'The Other Side' thing is completely and utterly true, and I'm quite close to 'Ruth' and was to Naomi when we were all still in high school. I kinda hope none of you minded me tagging along with you, and randomly getting laughs from the running gag of the supposed 'gay gymnist' thing. Although I had nothing against gymnists or even your, um, torturee? Victim? Idk... but seriously, looking back on it, it was really cruel, and I kinda feel bad about it... Yes, this whole drabble was me ranting and getting surpressed anger out from a long time ago I suppose.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Faint:&lt;br /&gt;She had never seen anyone faint before in her life. She had heard about it, never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off fine, although one of them dreaded Menigico- something injections were scheduled today, but it was really no sweat, it was just like her other injections, a simple prick, maybe just going a bit deeper and longer than usual. Time seemed to be on hyperspeed that day, as one minute she was exiting her car, in another she was walking up to the smiling cheery lady waving to her, a lethal looking needle resting innocently on the table, and then she was standing in assembly, singing the National Anthem, her arm heavy and numb with the injection. She glanced around, opening her mouth again to join in with chorus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make her prayers heard afar,&lt;br /&gt;God def-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several screams cut off the climax. She whipped her face directly towards the commotion, directly behind her. The scene before her made her heart skip a beat. A boy in her class had collapsed onto the floor, his skin grey, his arms limp. But it was the eyes that frightened her the most. The had rolled upwards, making what she could see only pure white eyeball. She had seen many people roll their eyeballs up for fun in class, but never like this, permanent, with absolutely no iris showing whatsoever. She never imaged that such a thing could happen to anyone, let alone herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the afternoon she tried to shove the thought from her mind, focusing on what the teacher said, or what gossip some person had made up.However, she just couldn't stop that image of the boy sprawled on the hall floor, skin pale, eyes purely white from eating in her control away. And so, as she saw her Mother rounding the corner to her classroom at the end of the day to pick her, she couldn't stop herself from running into her arms, tears pouring down her face at the fear of fainting. She couldn't talk, and let her mother lead her out of school. She&lt;br /&gt;didn't really think, only listened to the disconnected voices that were around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"...think."&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;"Coffee not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main conversation her Mother was having with her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sylvia's alright?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'll put on her favourite movie when we're home."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think she will be able to go to school tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure. Do you think she's crying are because of the boy that fainted?"&lt;br /&gt;"She probably cares about him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew she felt quite selfish right then, but at that moment, she felt appalled, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;She always thought that classmates were always just people that you had to put up with or be friends with, but, as she sat in the car, then in front of the t.v. with yells of "Nemo!" and "Have you seen my son?" blaring at her, she thought that maybe, just maybe, they were also like a second family to a person, grudgingly, but still family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia i.e. me lived with this theory for about a month, but by next month, it had started to crumble and by the time I reached Year 5, when I was 10 a year after I think, the theory had been obliterated and blasted out of the water. Thanks class (sarcasm hand raised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... let's try for short non-angsty one next, capice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Misunderstanding:&lt;br /&gt;WIP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1918465760584917320?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1918465760584917320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1918465760584917320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1918465760584917320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-done-some-writing-d.html' title='I&apos;ve done some writing :D'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6747341875440329919</id><published>2010-01-28T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:59:52.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING FROM MY CLASSROOM :D or well the first bit anyway</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!! BLOGGER IS NOT BANNED ANYMORE!!!! *party dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so even though last year it was unblocked, I thought it would be blocked by our school computer people this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all these sites are now blocked &gt;.&lt; ALL GAME SITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This includes frivschool.com and even cartoonnetwork.com and nick.com. And I had just got the hang of that Calling All Titans game. Seriously, I managed to get up to the second level, and pwn 24 guys (you may be thinking 'WTF you bliddy suck but I didn't get half of the mini games originally... no, your right, I do suck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidereel. That means I have to watch NCIS at home and break the broadband. CRAP. Fanfiction. I enjoy reading the rare good ones and laughing at the crap ones, as bad as that sounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I can do now is play hearts, read tv.com forums and read manga. Actually, that's not so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised for music, when my music teacher asked in our questionaire (writing quiz): "If you were on a desert island and had an iPod with one song on it, what would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers (we could have more than one answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fidelity -Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;-Bottle It Up -Sara Barilles&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Don't Call Me When Your Sober-Evanesence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla Twilight- Owl City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as that is an awesome song with awesome piano solos and cadenzas (showy off solo bit), I don't think your teacher will think highly of you when you write that as one of your favourite songs... I KNEW I SHOULD'VE PUT EVERYBODY'S FOOL!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6747341875440329919?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6747341875440329919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging-from-my-classroom-d-or-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6747341875440329919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6747341875440329919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/blogging-from-my-classroom-d-or-well.html' title='BLOGGING FROM MY CLASSROOM :D or well the first bit anyway'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1218329863527442315</id><published>2010-01-25T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:30:05.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of stuff @ Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-No, I don't join stuff like Subeta and Neopets. If you must know, after you created that Neopets account for me, I&lt;br /&gt;a) at first couldn't get on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(this was for around 1 1/2 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;b) when I could, I didn't&lt;br /&gt;c) this was partly because I had forgotten both my username and password&lt;br /&gt;d) I'd worry because I'd probably kill all my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(virtual)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (this is why I don't have the guts to kill off my neopets portable thingy that I have had turned off in my draw for coming onto 4/5 years &lt;/span&gt;(and no, Annalese does not want it. I'm fairly sure.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I've kinda given up on tinier me. I honestly can't think of any diary posts at the moment. But feel free to copy stuff onto your account from this blog if you feel the need to buy that Lolita outfit that you always wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(put credits though please).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-Also, I didn't know that there was a Jay Jays where you live? Any secret shopping malls you accidently forgot? Non? Oui? Not sure? Meh whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I kinda wished that I got your version of iPod nano, so much more usefuller (yes, not a word). Yesterday, we had a powercut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(hey did any of you Jaffas get a powercut as well?&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, we all know what Jaffas mean, but this IS internet and I don't like giving my place in the world to all you unknown secret stalkers out there)) &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and Dad was asking whether or not I had a radio on my iPod, and I said no. He said, "Thing's useless..." and Mum said, "Yeah, well YOU bought it for her..." and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(almost) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yelled, "OOH BURN!!!". But seriously, I'd like the 5th generation one. Radio is my life, and there is only so many times I can listen to 'Vanilla Twilight', although I haven't learnt the words off by heart without music yet so it still has some plays to go before I get sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-Also, out of the song sheets that I have printed out, I have only been able to play 'Chasing Cars' by Snow Patrol and 'Brick By Boring Brick' by Paramore fully, in time with actual music, without block chords, however with BBBB, the left hand if I play it for long enough hurts my fingers &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is: I have sound recorder, would youl like me to record me playing it on the piano. Probably with mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;-I'm thinking of doing a remake of that picture of Hayley Williams that's currently on your noticeboard, should I put it on the blog? Also maybe one of Cassadee Pope from Hey Monday as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LolcatsxParamore crossover!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxthegrouchxx.deviantart.com/art/Paramore-LOLCats-77139771"&gt;http://xxthegrouchxx.deviantart.com/art/Paramore-LOLCats-77139771&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yep, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'll probably be on MSN 4pm onwards tomorrow (27th),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1218329863527442315?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1218329863527442315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/lot-of-stuff-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1218329863527442315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1218329863527442315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/lot-of-stuff-angel.html' title='A lot of stuff @ Angel'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-7814772443113269392</id><published>2010-01-21T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:30:12.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Actor Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now this is only for all you manga fans. If your not, then skip straight to the next blog post that is non-existant at this point in time, as you may not get who all these people are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just as a reference. I was originally going CONSPIRACY?! But no, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I did originally have a brainstorm type thing going on, but as much as I magnified it, it didn't work. Fail yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm going to have to tell you about it. Not exactly as I had intended, but that's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright so I got this idea while watching Ouran High School Host Club anime, which is my new favourite shojo manga. Yes it beats Cardcaptors (liked the anime better), Vampire Knight, Shugo Chara and Full Moon... (however it does seem to go on and on...). For those still reading this, it's about this girl called Haruhi and she got into this posh rich school on a scholarship. While trying to find a study room, she stumbles on the Host Club, a club where these guys 'spend time with beautiful rich women with too much time on their hands' aka 'randomly charm women who swoon and faint while talking to the hosts'. She accidently breaks an 8 million yen vase. To pay off her debt, she has to become a host (she got mistaken for a guy by the host club at first anyway) and pretend to be a guy. Cue chaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on, I noticed that one of the main characters, by the name of Tamaki Suoh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(aka this guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430758181539146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S13tyu-v6WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AZSo3unQRuA/s320/tamaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes I know, random roses that seem to appear from nowhere yes? Well he's the King/President of the Host club. And a drama queen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...sounded a bit like this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430759988660579842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S13vb7CErgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vUqZP-TCQX4/s320/edward.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(aka Edward Elric, one of, if not the best Edward in the whole frigging world *YOU HEARD ME!!!*, genuis, supposed midget (he's taller than me... *headdesk*), alchemist from Full Metal Alchemist. FMA is about 2 boys, Edward and Alphonse Elric, who live in an alternate world, where instead of science, alchemy is used to create, try to resurrect their dead mother, but fail, losing parts (Ed) and all (Al) of their bodies. They become part of the military and try to unravel the secrets surrounding the philosopher's stone, and the mysterious Homunculi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I found out they have the same English voice actor by the name of Vic Micnogna. I think I spelt it wrong. (AHHHHHHHHHHH) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he also does this guy too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430915619815615010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S158-2Q66iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RWNCLsrs8v4/s320/fai.JPG" border="0" /&gt; aka Fai D. Flowright of Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicles (In a nutshell: Sakura, Princess of Clow, loses her memories in the form of feathers, and her love Syaoran along with Fai, Kurogane and Mokona Midoki go to search for her feathers through the worlds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He also plays Daxter of Jak and Daxter. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Going back to Tamaki, his Japanese voice actor, Mamoru Miyano, also plays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Light Yagami from Death Note (a boy finds a notebook where if you write the name of someone in it, they die. He soon becomes Kira a vigilante serial killer who in the end controls most of Japan, while still being part of the detective force trying to find Kira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430962103491514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S16nQjc4UBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5pGVteKcxOE/s320/light.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and also Zero Kiryuu (:D) from Vampire Knight (Yuuki, at a small age was orphaned. She was also rescued by Kaname Kuran from a rouge vampire. She now lives with her adopted brother Zero and her adopted father, headmaster of Cross Academy. Cross Academy has two classes: Day class for humans and Night Class for Vampires. Yuuki and Zero must make sure no one in the Day Class must know about the Night Class. However, her world seems to turn upside down when she finds out that Zero is a vampire himself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430960288471759026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S16lm5-cuLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZmNBrgdTMvw/s320/zero.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and while we are on a roll here, I'd like to also mention that Ed's Japanese Voice Actor, Romi Park, also plays Toshiro Hitsugaya from Bleach (Ichigo Kurosaki has always been able to see ghosts, however, one night he meets Rukia Kuchiki, a Shinigami, or person who purifies ghosts and helps them go to the other side, and gets turned into a Shinigami. After Rukia gets taken prisoner, he must go rescue her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430961180883160738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S16ma2d6DqI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UjVuJSLDbbQ/s320/toshiro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I suppose your asking, "Sylvia, why did you just show me this?" and also, "Um, I already kinda knew that. It's plain freaking obvious n00b."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, for all those not so educated with seiyuus and voice actors of the anime world, i.e. most of the people I know, I thought this was something interesting that you might find interesting. So there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meh fine whatever, that was a waste of time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-7814772443113269392?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7814772443113269392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice-actor-web.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7814772443113269392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/7814772443113269392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/voice-actor-web.html' title='Voice Actor Web'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S13tyu-v6WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AZSo3unQRuA/s72-c/tamaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-6402124054213446420</id><published>2010-01-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:50:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! This blog is not dead :D aka Sylvia's holiday abridged or the highlights of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/S1k3MCpDRII/AAAAAAAAADY/Zkp4DYq5-8o/s1600-h/voice+actors.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slight T rating kthnx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just that I can't be bummed writing in it cos I've been reading lots of Fanfiction. Of course this is wrecking my already wrecked eyes even more but you know, since I'm not rich and can't afford to print all my reading pages out, then read them, this is the second best choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um I went to Angel's home town which was big news a few years ago as Rove thought it's name rude because it sounds like your saying f****r... well yeah there was a debate between him and John Campbell... OH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO STOP YOUR AWESOME PROGRAMME ROVE?! I HAD GREAT DREAMS OF WANTING TO BE ON THERE WHEN I BECAME A SUCCESSFUL AUTHOR in like fifteenish years BUT STILL?????!!!!!!! *is Gibbslapped then kicked**hem* moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't as small as I thought it was. I found the library decent but not enough to satisfy my literature needs [pushes non-existant glasses further up onto the bridge of nose, like one of those guys that always is planning something, like Kyoya!]. [Although, it had some kickass books in there...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I'm trying to say is that I got some decent books from there, like the Looking Glass Wars and Seeing Red by some guy whose name I can't put my finger on... TO GOOGLE! Frank Beddor, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also got Frostbite, second in the Vampire Academy series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*mini lolwut? rant rated T start*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cos I felt like it. 1st one I finished in 3ish days. All I gotta say is that it uses the word sex waaaay too many times for my liking... *readers' eyebrows raise suspiciously and amusedly* AWW SHADDAP! Just because I find erotic things icky and uncomfortable and too maturely immature for my liking [anyone getting my drift] doesn't mean that you can mock me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, put it this way, if I ever met the Ouran High School &lt;strong&gt;Host Club&lt;/strong&gt; in some random circumstances [&lt;u&gt;putting emphasis on the Host Club for those who don't know the manga&lt;/u&gt;] and I didn't acutally know who they were, and Tamaki put his &lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt; supposed 'Kingly' face around 10 cm near mine and done the whole "You are the only princess in my eyes.." crap, I would've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) Screamed in his face&lt;br /&gt;b) shoved him away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c1) Punch him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c2) Gibbslapped him. [Oh the wonders on Gibbslapping... NCIS = PURE EPIC :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or both... then he can just grow mushrooms in the dejected emo corner for all I would've cared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[but since I know who he is, I probably would've just called sexual abuse instead and do the whole *hi face! meet my hand shoving you away!*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No wait, if any guy/girl did that i would've done that, and I KNEW THEY WEREN'T JOKING, I would've done that. Probably, depends on circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*mini lolwut? rant rated T end*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also the novel of the picture book 'How to Live Forever' by Colin Thompson. If you haven't seen the picture book before, I advise you to take 10-15 minutes just sitting and looking at the pictures, themes, book covers and spotting the recurring images. Seriously, it is WICKED for a picture book. ODS Tuesday Senior Class of '08? '07? love Max! And Ruby! And no, I don't mean those bunnies from that show on Nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and Inkspell, 2nd in the Inkheart series. I know you said it was crap Carena, but I just had to know how crap :D *is shoed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although, with all my "OMGWTFBBQIFOUNDLIBRARYBOOKSINANGELSTINYLIBRARYWTFZOMGGGGGG"-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only got through the Looking Glass Wars and 1/2 way through Seeing Red that week. That was a good effort for 3 days though, I must admit. [i had to return them cos I couldn't take the books with me back to my house 4ish hours away...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yah I bought Owl City's 'Ocean Eyes' CD there too. It's pretty good, although the songs kinda start to merge together. Fave: Vanilla Twilight Blah: The Bird and The Worm WTF: What me and Angel like to refer to as 'The Dental Care Song' aka Dental Care. Angel likes to do this kind of horizontal upper torso+limbs movement that includes jazz hands and random insane eyes that Roxy [her sister] and I like to call the Dental Care Dance. It drives us up the wall. I had some friends [from old school] over and we played that Dental Care song and MY FRIEND did the EXACT SAME THING!! WHAT THE HELL?! On confronting her about psychic-ly doing practically the same thing, she says that the song's kind of 'aura' or 'feeling' about the song... Ok, now I'm gonna scream CONSPIRACY &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(is Gibbsmacked).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, lately what I have been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-My friends came over. We ran out of things to do and started playing Ludo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Reading lots of Fanfiction mostly Ouran, Teen Titans and NCIS crossovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Watching Chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Playing Brick by Boring Brick and My Immortal on the piano from some sheets I got from... somewhere? I can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Now watching Bones episode 5x12 "Proof in the Pudding" I believe this might be even more epic-er than Aliens in a Spaceship which was when Bones and Hodgins were buried underground...&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to the Top 200 of the Decade on ZM. No. 5 HERE WE GO :D [the full list is on zmonline.com] Evanesence is on 4 times YOSH! Hoobastank song that I am really good at is no. 14! HELL YEAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Top 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Crazy -Gnarls Barkley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams 4th!!! EPIC!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Black Eyed Peas ft. Justin Timberlake - Where Is The Love? -we sung along to this song in Religious Studies xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Jack Johnson - Flake -Wow, really? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Outcast - Hey Ya -And I don't like this song... Hell. *goes to dark emo corner with Tamaki and starts to grow mushrooms*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARAMORE WAS NOT ON THE WHOLE FRIGGING LIST OF 200 SONGS?! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!! DAMNINATION!!!!!! *cough* Now, where were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Watched episodes of the Ouran High School Host Club anime. It's good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've got this voice actor chart that I will put in another post concerning a certain Princely character from this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-6402124054213446420?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6402124054213446420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-this-blog-is-not-dead-d-aka-sylvias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6402124054213446420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/6402124054213446420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-this-blog-is-not-dead-d-aka-sylvias.html' title='Hey! This blog is not dead :D aka Sylvia&apos;s holiday abridged or the highlights of it'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-5698187111771930598</id><published>2009-12-31T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:17:38.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010</title><content type='html'>Cos it will be 2010 in like 1 hour 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest blog post ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAven't given up on blog posts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Go next decade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not getting a Sylvia comic for this. Maybe next year i.e. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the 1 hour 43 minutes left of 2009 and the noughties decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-5698187111771930598?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5698187111771930598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5698187111771930598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/5698187111771930598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-2010.html' title='HAPPY 2010'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-1748095347056397799</id><published>2009-12-23T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:45:45.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><title type='text'>The difference between CLEANING and DECORATING</title><content type='html'>*mini rant*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not think there is a difference, Well, it seems you are in the same boat as my Mum. Get the hell out of the damn boat, There is a difference. Of course there is. Dictionary meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning:&lt;br /&gt;an act or instance of making clean: Give the house a good cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decorating:&lt;br /&gt;To furnish, provide, or adorn with something ornamental; embellish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously, she hasn't realised that putting something UP on the WALLS to GET IT OUT OF MY MIND to TIDY IT AWAY AND GIVE IT A HOME is actually CLEANING not DECORATING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I put the 'deco-bloody-rations' in my draw. Which means I'll have to put it away later. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-minirant end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That made absolutely no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-1748095347056397799?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1748095347056397799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/difference-between-cleaning-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1748095347056397799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/1748095347056397799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/difference-between-cleaning-and.html' title='The difference between CLEANING and DECORATING'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-9125099561914878457</id><published>2009-12-21T16:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:56:48.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia is about to go see New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is a few ways this could go, the more likely being:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) That I think that the movie was ok, but nothing special and walk out of the cinema and continue the same way with my life. I try not to be bias of hating the Twilight Saga, as I have never read it before, and a certain awesome BLOG kinda influenced me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I could also do these things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Absolutely love it and in the process fall in love with Taylor Laughtner/Robert Pattinson. If this happens, you are allowed to either:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Gibbslap me [whack me on the back of the head]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Rant on about how on earth I could actually like it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) Ignore me until next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) Point out excruciatingly disgusting bits about the film, thus bringing me back to the Twi-inthemiddlers/Twi-on-th-fencers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats for Livi, Leaflower, possibly Angel etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for those who actually do like the series, I give you permission to do this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e)Say something on the lines of "Ha, told you so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;f) Randomly say awesome it is at any point of our upcoming conversations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;g) Give me posters of the whole cast, preferrably not topless. I will probably still have some form of rational thinking in my head as I, like Master Fowl II, is trying to squash puberty and adolesence as far out of my head as possible, and giving me posters of them just gets my hyped up girly side out. And trust me, you do not want to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;h) Try to convince me to boycott Blogging Twilight. If you do manage to convince me to, then you should seriously get a medal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I absolutely hate it, and walk out of the movie theatre screaming "What is this crap?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of you have permission to tape my mini tantrum. Don't you dare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Get annoyed with it and start drawing on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was original plan prior to this post, but I'll give the movie a chance and not bash them until I'm certain I hate it. Because I might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Twilight hands plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417855267733172562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/SzAWqTW28VI/AAAAAAAAACw/R15cziFmEOE/s320/Twilight+hands+plan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bear in mind that you can only put a certain amount of letters on your hands and fingers, so I had to um, cut down a few words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, starting with the fingers, the red row says "DAN B 4 PREZ!" We all know who Dan B is, of course. [Search up Blogging Twilight if you don't.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green writing on right hand says "VK 4 EV[A]" Because I like Vampire Knight is better than Twilight. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left hand, the blue writing says "TEAM ELRIC!" because "TEAM EDWARD ELRIC" couldn't fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the right hand palm, it in blue says "WALTER BISHOP SAYS VAMPS AREN'T REAL!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left hand palm, it states in yellow "REAL VAMPIRES DON'T SPARKLE! [THEY WELD GUNS!]" I couldn't fit in the last bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But think about it! Loads of Vampires weld guns. Zero does, Alucard from Van Hellsing I think does [IDK, but lately a lot of people in forums have been mentioning him], Blade [half but still] does, I'm not sure if Angel does... but Booth does and they're played by the same actor :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, symbols. Right hand palm is Zero's Bloody Rose gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left hand palm is the no vampires sign and a Jetpacking Werewolf. Blogging Twilight reference there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, wish me luck! I'll try to stay positive and I'll report back afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Sylvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-9125099561914878457?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9125099561914878457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sylvia-is-about-to-go-see-new-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/9125099561914878457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/9125099561914878457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/sylvia-is-about-to-go-see-new-moon.html' title='Sylvia is about to go see New Moon'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/SzAWqTW28VI/AAAAAAAAACw/R15cziFmEOE/s72-c/Twilight+hands+plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-8028295546704322314</id><published>2009-12-19T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:00:09.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I should be doing my Sylvia's Holidays series....</title><content type='html'>But this is crack:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/12/18/my-crush-is-a-cartoon"&gt;http://community.sparknotes.com/2009/12/18/my-crush-is-a-cartoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments I mean, they're like going gaga and reminiscing about everyone from Zero to Zuko to Robin to Jim from Treasure Planet to Simba to Ferb to Spongebob Squarepants. It's amazing what people used to crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Alisha, read comment 155. I DID NOT KNOW THAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever had any guys I had a 2D crush on, or any guys full stop, and if I did, then it was when I was like 7 and I can't remember them. [I'm serious, don't glare at me like that people].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose majority of the guys in my animes/books I'm kinda all 'they'd be awesome to meet.' Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I did meet them, I CERTAINLY would not be like the girl in this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5377823/1/Welcome_to_Fanfiction"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5377823/1/Welcome_to_Fanfiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I would probably shrug my shoulders at most of the people, avoid Artemis, Light and Draco as they probably kill me/hate me, glower at Edward [Cullen] for about 2 seconds and state plainly that Edward [Elric] is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) pretty damn awesome&lt;br /&gt;b) is not short, I mean, I'm short, and he's taller than me by around 7 centimetres, which is actually a lot, considering the fact that I will probably not grow that much before I stop growing.&lt;br /&gt;c) I'm on his team, not Edward [Cullen]'s or Jacob's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this non-guide to fanfiction is crack [by same person]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5193424/1/How_Not_To_Write_Fanfiction_A_Non_Guide"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5193424/1/How_Not_To_Write_Fanfiction_A_Non_Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this was in the Artemis Fowl section, so there will be references to that, but it applies mostly to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas if I don't post before the day again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-8028295546704322314?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8028295546704322314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-should-be-doing-my-sylvias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8028295546704322314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/8028295546704322314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-should-be-doing-my-sylvias.html' title='I know I should be doing my Sylvia&apos;s Holidays series....'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-2372971110688376190</id><published>2009-12-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:09:50.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is not really a full story, just part of it, but I feel like putting it up. This is not me putting any religions/views down, neither is this what I believe is how miracles happen [sounds weird but you will get I mean later] and seriously, I'm not really sure how I got the idea for this story at all. This is all fiction, and is copyrighted to me, i.e. this is mine do not steal it. That means you Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this ages ago btw, like in May xD.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the series is called the Nirvana Saints, and although I don't really know the ending, this is the first book of the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue, Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry. I really am, Luce.” She cried, as she stumbled through the misty depths of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry I followed you out of our dorms and called you chicken. This is not funny Luce! I mean it! I can’t see a thing.”&lt;br /&gt;She shoved her arms in front of her body and swung them around her like she was a zombie. The cool night wind wrapped around her body, whipping through her hair, finding the gaps in her night dress and diving through them, to her bare skin, and chilling her to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;She felt scared and tired. Why had she followed Lucy out of the dorms into the forest nearby? Why had she felt that she needed to follow her? She wiped cold sweat from her pale face, shivering all the while. She coughed, feeling the sickly-sweet wind blast through her nose, smelling like the taste of cough-drops, of medicine. She felt woozy and nauseous, like someone had filled her head with helium. The trees seemed to whisper, excited, or nervous. The wind screeched like magpies in joy, swirling around her body. Her senses seemed like they had sharpened hundred-fold. She smelled smoke in the distance, from a farmer’s fireplace. She heard the animals with their pattering feet, scurry about the forest. And she saw a shaft of light through the mist. She stepped towards it, her every footstep thudding along with her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a blazing light scorched her eyes. She fell backwards, onto the twisted roots of the trees, onto the soft moss that grew there. A dagger of pain surged through her back, and she yelled, louder than she ever had, like she was a lion being attacked by a whole pack of elephants. Through the inky blackness of pain, she could make out a figure. It was a woman with rippling hair, flowing dress and delicate features. She had wings sprouting from her back, bird wings, pure white, that fluttered gently in the coming wind. She was so beautiful. “What the hell?” she said, her mouth agape. “Who the hell are you?” “Now, now,” said the angel, her voice like honey, too sweet that it was disgusting. The girl could see through the angel’s facade to her soul of malice and wrath. “You wouldn’t say that to friend would you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Lucy? But you, you look nothing like her.” Whispered the girl, more scared than relived. “You don’t sound like her.” “We are the same, but different. We are more perfect, but still the same. And you are our opposite. You are the beginning, we are the end. You are the North, we are South. We are completely opposite.” “I don’t get it. Luce. What are you on about? We are the same; we’re both-““I don’t have time!” yelled the angel suddenly, but in a different voice, a young girl’s voice. “Luce!” yelled the girl. “You’re back!” “I have only a few minutes until she takes over forever, and I’ll be lost. You know what Hope said! One of us will be gone to the side of our enemy. That’s me! I’m, I’m-against you now. I’m not going to be me anymore. She’ll take over, my reverse personality. You have to go back and tell Hope, now go, before I lose control, hurry!” “What, Luce, what are you on about?” the girl said colour draining from her face. “Hope says that one from Our Side goes to the Their Side. That’s me. I’m a traitor. I’m the new Angel of Death.” “Oh God,” said the girl, in a hoarse voice. “Now go,” yelled the angel.”Run!”&lt;br /&gt;So she ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;7 years later, Sifron Temple&lt;br /&gt;“Sister Marie! Come quick!” Marie Lamsuke picked up her robes, and hurried after the dainty young girl running ahead of her into a wide room with a marble floor, stained glass ceilings and high balconies surrounding the room. A woman in a black robe that covered everything apart from her face was kneeling next to a girl in spread eagle position, blood trickling onto the marble floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Annalese!” the dainty young girl screamed, her hands going to her mouth. “This is my fault Sister Marie. We were walking on the upper balcony and I must’ve bumped her and she fell over the edge and oh-” Marie looked at her with piercing grey eyes. “This is not your fault, Beth. It was accident.” She turned to the woman in the black robe. “Sister Alastair, what is the condition of dear Annalese? Is she-” Sister Alastair looked up at Sister Marie. “She is with the Gods, the great Pthinea in their realms, Sister Marie. Do you have the Celestial Jewel?” Sister Marie, gritting her teeth to stop the tears, pulled a gold disk with 10 perfect jewels and set it on Beth’s still heart. She turned to Annalese, who had sunk to her knees, her head in her hands. “Annalese, be brave, it was fated to happen. And we will continue Beth’s legacy, to be kind, caring and to campaign for the ban on whaling. You know we will do that.” She turned to the door. “Sister Alastair, I am going on a walk, and I don’t know when I will be coming back.” “You won’t do anything rash, will you?” came a voice behind her. She ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to a fountain, in the middle of the public courtyard nearby next to the motorway bridge. There was the odd car around, flashing their headlights in the crisp cold night. She unclasped her robe and let her dirty blonde hair flow down her back to her waist. It felt good, being free. Being a Sister meant that she had to wear the robe every time she went in the temple, sometimes for 24 hours at a time. In the latest rituals, a ten-day ceremony, all Gods were prayed to, regardless of their situation or who they were. If a Sister ran out of time to pray to a God, then she would have bad consequences. There were rumours of Death or Insanity that rippled through the temple. She had had but two hours of sleep throughout the last 10 days and felt like a young woman in an old woman’s body. And hadn’t she just prayed to the Goddess of Life a few minutes before the girl had fallen? Shouldn’t the Goddess have saved the girl? Or is it something was wrong with what she had said to her?&lt;br /&gt;The Gods, the almighty Gods that ruled this world, and knew every aspect of it, had failed, so she, Sister Marie had failed. Shouldn’t she have checked on the girls and made sure no-one was to leave? Shouldn’t she have made someone patrol the corridors? Shouldn’t she- It was all her fault. Her fault. One girl. Dead. On her watch. Never to speak again. Sans everything. She was to be blamed. She was to be fired. Insulted. Jeered. Ashamed. To never show her face again. Not until she died. Isolation. Sorrow. Loneliness. Death. She couldn’t take it. It was too much. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she did was run. And run. And run. And run. And fall. Wind flowing into her hair. Plunging into the tiny lights of the cars below. She was going to die. Death. Hell. Heaven. Gods. Sans everything. Never to see the temple again. Never to see the girls again. Nev- She gasped. This wasn’t right. She didn’t want to die. Not now. Not yet. The girls needed her. The Sisters needed her. And she was plunging to her death. Her eyes widened. Not now. Please. Not now. Make it stop. The ground was closing in fast. She knew it was wrong. She needed to stop. But she couldn’t. She closed her eyes, preparing for the worst...&lt;br /&gt;It never came. She flopped into someone’s arms, and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;Marie –we’ll call her this from now- slowly opened her eyes. The whole world seemed to be a blur and every muscle seemed to ache. Was she dead? Of course she was dead, she had just jumped off a bridge, hadn’t she? Didn’t she? She blinked, a figure looming over her. Was that the God of Death himself? No, it can’t have been, voices were above her, child’s voices, arguing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hell, I thought I killed her.” Said one deep voice, a male with a British accent.&lt;br /&gt;“Jerry! Language please!” yelled the other voice, a polite female voice with an American accent.&lt;br /&gt;“Ismeira, just grow up.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are talking about? Just because I am 3 months younger than you-“&lt;br /&gt;“And 16 and you don’t swear? Weird.”&lt;br /&gt;“I am not weird! I am just well brought up in good family and taught that those who swear obviously have no brain to say something else so they just yell swear words out of their foul little pie holes.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m brought up in a bad family Is?”&lt;br /&gt;“No but the way you are going you might as well be the same as those 11 year olds that kiss in public, which is illegal and teens who-“&lt;br /&gt;“What, making out in public is illegal?”&lt;br /&gt;“For children fewer than 16 years old yes.”&lt;br /&gt;“God, half the class’s broken the law.”&lt;br /&gt;“Jerry look, she is awakening!”&lt;br /&gt;“You sound like Starfire with all that proper English.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is Starfire?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who-who are you people?” Marie muttered. “Aren’t I meant to be-?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dead,” replied the female voice. “Well, yes and no, I mean it is your choice Ms. Lamsuke. That’s what we are here fo-“&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, how do you know my name? I don’t even know you.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it is hard to explain, Jerry may you please help Ms. Lamsuke up please? She probably cannot see us, poor Ms. Lamsuke.”&lt;br /&gt;“And why the hell aren’t you doing this?”&lt;br /&gt;“Jerry, language please, we are in the presence of a Sister! You do not use language like that Jerry. I am the one explaining this dilemma to Ms. Lamsuke or would you like to do the talking instead?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah yeah Is, seriously, lighten up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two strong arms lifted Marie into sitting position. She blinked again. A pale teenage girl with long dark red-brown hair in a ponytail came into focus. She was wearing a purple turtle-necked t-shirt and shorts with tassels and calf-length boots. The boy was taller than the girl; with dark brown-almost black hair that covered most of his face. Some sort of tattoo in a ‘V’ shape was under his left eye. He wore a dark green jacket with the collar flipped up, and black combat pants. He had a square jaw and an almost hostile look in his eye. The girl beamed at the boy,&lt;br /&gt;“Can you not smile for once Jerry? You are frightening Ms. Lamsuke.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is, on topic. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;She looked at Marie, brushing one of her bangs aside.&lt;br /&gt;“I am sure you are wondering why you are not dead, who we are and how we know you. Now, I believe Ms. Lamsuke, sorry for asking you this, but when you were about to fall, did you at any point, hesitate?”&lt;br /&gt;“Um... well it didn’t really register I think I just-“&lt;br /&gt;“Think clearly Ms. Lamsuke. Did you actually jump by yourself? Or were you pushed?”&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;“Think Ms. Lamsuke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie was running. Running. To the bridge. At the edge. Ready to jump. Hesitation. Thoughts. But what about the temple? Will they get over me? What about the girls? Or the-? A dull thud at her back. Shock. Fall. Down. Down. Down. Down. Thump into arms. Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ms. Lamsuke? Are you alright? You almost blacked out again. Did you find anything in your recollection?”&lt;br /&gt;“I was-was-hesitating. I was pushed in the back. And fell.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh good. That is good.”&lt;br /&gt;“What do you mean good? I was nearly killed! I mean if it wasn’t for you-”&lt;br /&gt;“Exactly, Ms. Lamsuke. Now please try to bear with me. This may a tad far-fetched and unbelievable but I promise you, that it is all true Ms. Lamsuke. Jerry, this boy-”&lt;br /&gt;“Man.” Coughed Jerry behind her.&lt;br /&gt;“-Man and I are known as the Nirvana Saints. Do you know anything about us?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, not really.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what we do is our leader, the honourable Celeste, chooses, or well predicts people that will die soon of an accident, an unfair death. She then sends us out and we each of the Saints have a million lives and will ask the person whether they want to continue to wherever, or replace their lost life with one of ours. You were pushed to your death, by a person who we are not sure of. This makes your death an accidental death, and eligible to be chosen to be saved. So now, having that considered, we ask you, ‘do you want to go over?’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish it later? Like in a year or so? Yeah, prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}Sylvia{&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690088670560372475-2372971110688376190?l=lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2372971110688376190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2372971110688376190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690088670560372475/posts/default/2372971110688376190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifethroughsylviaseyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-roses.html' title='Black Roses'/><author><name>Sylvia Crystal-Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14588981458499039009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='19' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l6DPN19ELig/TJBYPty7KVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/u9851UG1MmA/S220/We%27re+Related..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690088670560372475.post-660082375222465178</id><published>2009-12-14T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:08:48.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia's Holiday, prt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to: Broken Strings by James Morrison ft. Nelly Furtado&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Along in the Shadow by Blueten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2586658/1/Alone_in_the_Shadows"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;[Teen Titans fanfic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;. It's awesome. Read it. *points*&lt;br /&gt;Also MiXiM chapter 67 on Onemanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my followers [of the blog, not of me] today I will tell you what I have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;So... Saturday [12]. Um I went to my Grandma's house for piano. Did more drawing for Fairytale. At the rate I am going I will never finish it. &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Fireflies-Owl City [come on people, sing along "I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly..."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, no, acutally I'm listening to Florence and the Machine-You've got the Love [interesting]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I also unattatched the curtains from the curtain rails in their window seat [which is huge]. I must tell you, if you ever unattatch curtains from curtain rails have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A: Long nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;B: Nail clippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;C: Handsanitiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Nails for getting the damn curtain hooks out of their damn curtain hooker-onto-thingies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Nail clippers for cutting your nails after completing the jobs, as they probably will be filthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Handsanitiser, for cleaning your filthy hands, after you've finished also [and probably the nail clipper as well, if you're anything like Emma from Glee] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Pressure-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yah, and we stayed there for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Convo [short for conversation for future reference] regarding it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: *hear's Mum's car with Mum, Granny and Aunty and sister in it, returning from sister's tutor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: *packs stuff away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;[Beautiful, Dirty, Rich-Lady Gaga]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: "Bye Aunty _____ [who's looking after me]. Thanks for everything [etc. etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Mum: *walks in* Oh hi Sylv, we're staying for lunch as well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Me: *glares* Fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;*unpacks stuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We actually managed to stay for another 3 hours. So yeah, around 5 hour
